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Can I do this or am I nuts?

Chapter Three:  Can I do this or am I nuts?

Sabrina’s P.O.V.

I cannot believe that my mousy little baby is FINALLY going to let me give her a make-over.  I have literally been begging for the last four years and she shot me down every-single-time.  Woohoo, today she is going to go with no backing out.  I have it planned out to a tee and I assure you she will leave that mall today looking like a gorgeous runway model verses I am sorry to say a shy, nerdy kid with thick glasses, stringy hair, unflattering clothes and she will be holding her head up instead of looking at her feet.  Okay so my plan is first to the eye doctor to get contacts.  Then we need to go to the spa so we can knock out several things at one time.  While at the spa we are going to get the mousy long stringy hair cut into a blunt wedged blob with lots of blonde highlights.  When they are doing her hair they can also wax her eyebrows and give her a much needed mani-pedi.  Whew it will take a while but it will so be worth it.  Next door to the spa is a Clinique shop so she will get make-up plus tips on how to apply make-up for different styles and events.  Then it is just a matter of the right clothes and shoes to show off her body, which she keeps covered ALL the time with those stupid boy hoodies!!  Oh, I almost forgot to mention the entire time we are shopping I am going to be teaching her about attitude, pose, etiquette, how to flirt, about some much needed confidence and the like.  In other words I have one day to remake my daughter into a teenage she-wolf which means beauty, an allure of sexiness and radiates loads of confidence.  YUP this should be fun.  Maybe the Luna will give me a prize if I succeed, just kidding, she is my best friend though so I can’t wait to call her Saturday morning and tell her all about it! Oh good lord it is almost six a.m. “Danny get up NOW we are already running late!”  I yell while banning on her bedroom door.

Danny’s P.O.V.

Damn it is six in the morning and she is screaming at me that we are already running late.  What in the hell have I gotten myself into.  Okay so quick shower and morning routine, check.  Grab my favorite hoodie and converse shoes, check.  Hair pulled back into messy bun, check.  Now I need some food, I mean now I am starving here, you know no food all night geesh I am wilting away! Downstairs I run only to be handed a power bar and a juice box for breakfast by loving mother Okay she has literally, no kidding, just pushed me out the door and to the car.  OMG she needs the maximum dose of Prozac today she just opened the car door, pushed me in the passenger’s seat and fastened my seatbelt.  I mean, really?  Now she is over there driving along telling me how much fun we are going to have today, how great I am going to look, how proud of me she is and all I hear is Charlie Browns teacher saying blah, blah, blah.  We are here let the day from hell begin.  Exhausted, that is the only word I can use to describe how I am feeling.  It is nine   and a half hours since we left home this morning, I have been put through hell that woman apparently call “pampering” and I just want a good meal and a soft bed.  However; I still need to begin my training with my Dad after supper.  Let’s hope that he has cooked a good meal with a lot of protein because I swear I need it or I am going to pass out.  The silver lining of the day, I have to admit, I look smoking hot.  Damn who knew I was pretty.  Now to add a little sexy, feisty attitude with some badass and I will be the “whole” package, YAY!

John’s P.O.V.

I am a nervous wreck.  I hate to admit it and would never speak it out loud but I loved that my little girl was kind of nerdy and didn’t put much effort into her appearance.  As her Daddy that was a relief because it kept the teenage boys at bay which honestly I loved.  I have made my girls a good homemade supper that is on the table and waiting because tonight my baby girl is going to begin to wish she had never asked me to teach her to fight.  Her training will be worse than any hell week that a Navy Seal goes through but knowing her she won’t quit and she won’t give in.  I hear the car and rush to the window.  I am in so much trouble! My little mousy baby girl is gone and in her place is a beautiful young woman that will make most grown men look twice.  Damn, if a grown man will stop and look twice how many times are these hormonal teenage wolves going to look, shit this smells like trouble to me but lordy she is gorgeous just like her Momma.  

After supper and lots of hyper talking about my ladies day I tell Danny to go put on her training clothes and her running shoes it is time to get started.  Once we get settled and in the back yard I know that she is ready to begin but she needs to know some facts and we need to get her into shape before we start learning combat.  I remind her that she is a she-wolf and just because she has yet to shift she still has some wolf powers.  These powers are things like better hearing, increased eyesight, the ability to regulate your heartbeat as needed, super strength (well compared to a mere human) and the ability to run fast.  How fast just like strength has to do with how strong your wolf is and how strong your human side is, hence, the training.  Danny understands and is excited so we are ready to begin.  I make her run with me at a fairly brisk pace for two miles, then we do two hundred sit-ups, one hundred push-ups and I take it easy on her and only make her do twenty five pull-ups.  We will do the same routine in the morning but then tomorrow evening we double everything and that will be the pattern until she can quickly and effortlessly run 16 miles, do six hundred sit-ups, four hundred push-ups and at least seventy five pull ups without difficulty.  When she can accomplish this I will know that her human side and her wolf side are ready to learn to kick some ass.  Hey she is my daughter and comes from a long line of enforcers, I have no doubts she is going to be one hell of a fighter!