The Alpha's Daughter

Chapter 6 - Pups

Megan

“Megan!” my Father’s irritated voice interrupted my wonderful dream. I groaned in frustration and buried my face deeper into the warm pillow. “Megan,” my Dad said exasperated. Just keep pretending, he’ll leave you alone eventually. “MEGAN GET YOUR LAZY BUTT UP YOU NEED TO HELP US TO TRAIN THE PUPS!” Gaby’s loud bellow shattered my calm.

I sighed and rolled and over to face my annoyed friends, minus Caitlin. However that was to be expected she is always the last up. “Go wake up Caitlin I’ll meet you at The Ring,” I waved them away. They nodded and walked out of the room giving me a final suspicious glance.

The Ring was where all the training for the entire pack happened. It was literally a big sand ring behind the pack house. It was tucked away from the rest of pack life and you wouldn’t even know it was there unless someone told you. I climbed out of my warm bed. Instantly the cold morning surrounded me, slapping me in the face like a brick. I walked into my ensuite bathroom in a zombie like mindset, going through my usual morning routines.

I brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. Blinking, I grabbed a towel from the rack near the door and dried my face. Feeling refreshed I wandered back into my bedroom and over to my wardrobe. I flung the door open and searched for a suitable outfit.  I settled on a red mesh tank and a pair of black leggings. I slowly pulled on the garments and yanked on my leather combat boots with only a small amount of difficulty.  Once I was satisfied with my clothes I walked to my dresser and picked up my hair brush. I painfully dragged the implement of torture through the bird nest on top of my head. After what felt like endless hours of pain I finally succeeded in brushing my hair. But the challenge wasn’t over yet. Oh no, now I had to braid it.

I struggled with my hair and eventually it won so I just let if fall down in brown waves to my shoulder. I looked in the mirror and sighed at what I saw. Standing opposite me was an olive skinned freckle faced girl. Her hair framed her face in a messy manner with strands standing up on her head making it look like she had just been electrocuted. Her arms were covered in bruises varying in shades of purple to murky yellows. The bruises each told a tale. Some were from training however most came from stupid ideas and run ins with tables. I pushed back my hair so that it was at least tucked behind my ear and not flying around and going in my mouth.

I walked out of my room and strode with a purpose towards The Ring. As I rounded the corner of the house my ears were filled with the sounds of many wolves training. I heard Caitlins grumpy voice reigning over every single grunt of pain or the thump of someone falling. “Why on earth did you pull me out of bed at such an ungodly hour to train these idiots?” I laughed. These pups were in for a bit of a shock.

“I HAVE ARRIVED YOUR LIVES JUST GOT BETTER!” I declared making my presence known to the entire ring. Most of the older Wolves simply rolled their eyes at me and continued to train but the pups all stared at me with wide eyes.

I smirked and started to strut towards them. Yes I am showing off but these pups will treat you like a god if you do something that they wouldn’t dare do. Like announcing yourself to a full Ring of training werewolves. Unfortunately my dramatic entrance was ruined when a stone decided to trip me. I fell face first into the compact sand my hands flailing wildly on the journey down. My delightful friends burst out laughing at my downfall. I pressed my hands into the sand and pushed myself up slowly. Once I was on my knees I spat out a whole chunk of sand from my mouth and dusted my hands on my pants. I stood up and walked over to where the pups were trying their best not to laugh.

I smiled at them and spread my arms out dramatically and took an over the top bow. “Do not fear, I won in the end!” I spoke in a pompous movie star voice. Caitlin had gone red in the face because she was laughing so much and Billee and Gaby were laughing at her now. I love my friends. Caitlin’s  short raven hair was bouncing with each move of her flushed head. “Breathe Caitlin,” I said placing my hands on her shoulders and giving her a violent shake. My advice didn’t help Caitlin in anyway; all that happened was that her face turned to a deep shade of purple. Okay she needs to breathe STAT.