Run **unedited**

Chapter 23

We spent the next few hours teaching everyone how to do some take down moves, first showing them and then walking amongst everyone and instructing them on what they were doing wrong. The alpha and coven leaders didnt show back up until right before dinner time. When we finally called it quits on group training for the day everyone looked dead on their feet, having to drag themselves back to their separate leaders homes to eat dinner.

The group and i headed back to the pack house, utterly drained from such a long day. I dreaded after dinner, having to switch from physical training to magical training was going to end up killing me. I remembered how tired jane used to be after coming home from her magic training back in the day and i was not excited for my own.

We ate dinner in almost complete silence, the dinning hall so quiet you could hear a pin drop, everyone to tired to speak, all you could hear was spoon and forks scraping across plates. I was dead on my feet, contemplating talking to elder Baron about changing around the training schedule so that i didnt have to go through this grueling shit every day.

"You ready?" andy asked after we had cleared our plates.

I sighed and nodded, pushing back from the table and getting to my feet. We took our plates to the kitchen and gave them to the omegas on cleaning duty, then headed down to the basement where a room had been set up for us to train in.

Old mattresses had been stood up along the walls as padding and the floor was matted. This was obviously a work out room of some sorts that had been cleared specifically for us. All of the equipment had been moved out of the room and into the hallway, giving us plenty of room to do whatever.

"I think we should just focus on some easy stuff tonight, i dont know about you but i dead on my feet." andy suggested as he took a seat on the floor, crossing his legs infront of him.

I nodded and sat down across from my mate, mimicking his position. "Sounds good to me."

He nodded, "i want you to focus on your earliest memory that could have anything to do with magic, focus on it and draw that feeling towards you, let in fill you up as we meditate."

I sighed, I've never been good at meditating, my brain doesnt shut off that easily, its always full of nonsense and is impossible to clear. I sat there and tried to really think about the first time something magical happened to me. Was the time i some how found mr. snuggles after he had been missing for six weeks before or after i figured out how to read all by myself? No, reading definitely came first, i was only four the first time i picked up a book, my parents said i was some sort of prodigy, i wonder if they knew back then i was actually using magic?

I focused on the way it had felt to pick up a book for the first time and understand the words on the page. I had started with percy jackson, oddly enough, because i loved the way the front cover looked and wanted desperately to understand all of the squiggly lines and shapes inside of it. I remember feeling like warm paint had been dumped on my head, like when my parents were painting my room at three and i decided i wanted to dye my hair so i poured the paint on my head. Yeah my parents were not happy at all that day.

Focus, kari, your getting side tracked.

I mentally shook myself and went back to focusing on the feeling of having magic envelope me, how it had felt dripping down from the top of my head all the way down to my toes. How it had filled me completely until the words on the page started to make sense, Until they were no longer just weird shapes but letters and words. How the feeling had been warm and cold at the same time, leaving my skin tingling and the air electrified.

I focused on how weird it felt to be full of the feeling and how it had scared me at first, how i had wanted to cry but forced myself to blink back the tears because daddy always hated it when i did. How i had wanted to go running and screaming from the room, i had even thrown the book at first, before realizing that the feeling wasnt a bad thing but a good thing. When i had finally picked the book back up, after having my first mini panic attack, i devoured it in one sitting. My parent shad found me hours later, totally freaking out because they hadnt heard a sound from me most of the day, only to find me closing my book with a huge smile on my face. They didnt believe that i had read it at first, not until i explained the entire plot to them in complete detail.