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Chapter Twenty - Training

Chapter 20 - Training

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Nate assigned Lukas to help me with hand to hand combat, so I could actually focus and learn to defend myself. Especially seeing that when we tried training together, we'd ended up a tangled ball of limbs working towards that beautiful ecstasy.

It was his fault for being so damned sexy- and having his sweaty, sexy body right up against mine did not help one bit.

Sweat dribbled down my forehead as Lukas paused next to me. I groan tiredly and let my body droop down while I fought to stay upright using my hands on my knees, "God I'm exhausted."

"We just started" Lukas replies with a flat, unamused expression on his face. "You're extremely... unfit. We need to build up your endurance."

"Oh, I have endurance" I counter and I fight the squeezing feeling in my chest as I push myself upright, my throat dry and chest achy. "But I don't think being on my back or knees is gonna help me train, huh?"

Lukas shoots me a look and lets out a small huff, "You two are insane" he says with a sigh.

I offer a smile and shrug my shoulders as I straightened, "Gotta work on my endurance. I got it."

"There's not much I can show you" he finally says as seriousness took over his voice. "We don't know what timeframe we have to work with, but some self defense basics should be enough."

"Nate gave me a gun" I inform him and rub my hand on my face, trying so hard not to think about the man I murdered. If needing to use it again meant saving Nate's life? I'd do it again. But that still didn't change the hollow, guilty feeling that washed over me at the thought of having to do that again. "Can you show me how to shoot?"

Lukas looked deep in thought before nodding once and tilted his head to the side once for me to follow him. He leads me into a small room that had the door locked and my eyes widen in surprise at the inside. Lukas takes in my expression and gives a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, "We have plenty of non-shifters in our pack. Some prefer to have a weapon to defend themselves if it comes down to it."

My eyes fall on rack after rack of spears, daggers, and I even saw a few swords. I saw a few pistols against the opposite wall and have to take a breath at the... seriousness of this all. It was terrifying.

Lukas' phone starts ringing and he looks down at it before inching to the door, "Feel free to look around while I take this. Let me know if anything calls out to you and if it doesn't, we'll stick to the pistol."

I'm left in absolute silence as he steps out of the room, my eyes looking around at everything warily. My dry throat protests but I swallow hard as I trail my fingers over some of the swords. I didn't believe anyone would actually use these. I keep walking past the swords, definitely walk past the spears, but my eyes pause at the smooth daggers resting against the table. I touch the first couple, but my eyes fall on a smooth but slightly curved dagger and I pick it up, the weight and metal leaving a strange feeling in my palm.

"That's a good one" Lukas startles me and I almost drop the dagger as I turn to him. He apologizes before nodding towards the dagger in my hand, "Not heavy, easy to use, and most importantly, easy to conceal."

I swallow hard and gently lower it back down, "I don't think I can do this" I admit as shame washed over me.

He doesn't judge, doesn't outright encourage me to pick it back up, don't remind me of all the reasons I should pick it back up. He only nods in understanding, "It isn't easy to deal with all this, especially if you weren't born into it. But I will tell you, if there's a reason deep down, you will find the strength and courage to do what it takes. Especially when it comes for a loved one."