Human turned Werewolf (Extremely slow updates)

Chapter 15

Noah's POV

The morning after the ceremony dawned clear and bright, a complete contrast to the turmoil still brewing inside me. Despite the warmth of the pack's acceptance last night, I couldn't shake the nervous energy thrumming through my veins as I make my way to the training grounds. Last night while Ivan helped me clean the bite mark Alpha Peter gave me, he explained how every morning before the sun rises, the pack engages in training sessions. I've never been told to join until I offically became one of them, so now I'm on my way to the training grounds. Today is my very first day and I'm terrified, but I'll be training with the other omegas, so I won't be alone which is reassuring.

The training grounds are located in a secluded part of the territory, surrounded by dense trees that offer both cover and a sense of privacy. As I approach, I could hear the sounds of bodies moving swiftly through the underbrush, the grunts of exertion, and the sharp commands of the trainers. The other omegas are already hard at work, their movements are fluid and practiced, a testament to the time they had spent honing their skills.

"Hey, Noah!" a familiar voice called out, and I turned around to see Nathan approaching, a broad smile on his face. "Ready for your first day of training?"

I nodded, though the tightness in my chest made it difficult to speak. Nathan had been a constant source of encouragement since I'd arrived, but even his presence couldn't completely ease the apprehension I felt. 

"Don't worry," he said, clapping a hand on my shoulder and sterring me towards where the others are starting to line up. "You'll do fine. Just follow the lead of the others and listen to the trainers. They're tough, but fair. We'll only be sparring against other omegas and if they want us to spar against higher ranking it'll be with their supervision."

I managed a small smile and followed Nathan to the center of the clearing, where the other omegas had gathered. There were about a dozen of them, some would come to training while the others stayed to maintain the pack house. Each one exuding a quiet strength that made me feel like an ousider all over again. But there was no time to dwell on that now. I had to focuz on the task at hand.

The head trainer, a grizzled wolf with a scar running down one side of his face, stepped forward. His eyes swept over the group,  lingering on me for a moment longer than the others. 

"You're the new one," he said, his voice rough and commanding. It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway. 

"Yes, sir." I replied, trying to keep my voice study.

He grunted in acknowledgment. "This is no place for weakness, omega. You're here to learn, to grow stronger, and to become an asset to the pack. Do you understnad?"

"Yes, sir." I repeated, happy that it came out stronger.

"Good, then let's see what you're made of."

The training seesion that followed was grueling, a test of both physical and mental resilience. We ran through the forest our feet pounding against the earth as we navigated the thick terrian. We practiced combact drills, our bodies clashing as we sparred under the watchful eyes of our instructors. And through it all, I pushed myself to go harder, detemined to prove myself to those who look down on me.

But as the sparring went on, it became clear that I was outmatched. The other omegas have been sparring way longer than I have, their bodies honed and conditioned for the demands of the pack. I am struggling to keep up, my muscles burning and my breath coming in ragging gasps. And despite that, I'm please that I was able to keep up until this point.

That was until a particular intense sparring session that I felt my strength give out. My partner, a tall omega with a fierce glint in his eye, landed a solid blow to my side, spending me sprawling to the ground. Pain radiated through my ribs, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe.