EMPIRE

10. Consultation

It shouldn't really be affecting me this much, however the sight of the door is sending me into a bout of sorrow. I know that soon enough I will be ripped away from this sanctuary, my home, so I figure that I should take as much time as possible to memorise every part of my life here. Swallowing the lump lodged in my throat, actually opening the door comes into consideration but an unknown force holds me back. Holds me back from torturing myself with places I may not be able to hold onto much longer.

The Warrior's base.

Our War Room. My War Room.

I inhale a shuddering breath before lurching forward, wrenching open the door, throwing myself in and pulling it closed behind me. The slam of steel against steel makes me wince, the sound echoing slightly against the walls. I straighten out my body and immediately notice the cool temperature of the room thanks to the reinforced steel the base is protected by.

My chest heaves up and down with the sudden movements my body had taken and I reserve a moment to scan my environment, my gaze washing over every single memory the room holds. Clenching my jaw, I exhale slowly as I push myself to walk through War Room with a hand trailing over the furniture.

The memories that own this place make my stomach churn with regret, I could've stayed here if I had just been able to overpower that Delta and his men. I frown at the thought of that particular struggle, I know the reason why I had failed was due to Talon and his way of catching me off guard by refusing to come to my aid. Just a small pebble thrown in the spinning mechanisms of even the most perfect fighting machine will hinder it's ability to serve it's purpose. I growl as the fight flashes through my mind and I close my eyes to try and disregard the shameful images. The list of endless wrong moves I had made, the horrible decisions, sloppy manoeuvres, all the reasons as to why I had grown incompetent in the past few hours as a leader.

With my fists balled up at my sides, I snarl as I stomp towards the exit. The only way to regain any form of dignity and self respect is to throw myself back into training, however I think I may change it up. Instead of weights, balance and discipline, I've decided to move onto the sparring corner straight away instead of at the end of my session.

With newfound motivation coursing through my veins, I leave the War Room and lock the door behind me, forcing myself to keep my eyes trained ahead of me.

My body yearns for a chance to release the stress that has built up into my being, the tension that tightens my core and muscles. However, before I can release any endorphins that will only come from a sparring match, I must stop at my house to pick up a suitable change of clothes.

I jog along the track that leads back to the main part of our town and force myself to slow down once the fountain and the Great Willow Tree come into view. There are less teenagers sitting around the tree, no doubt due to their parents warning them to stay inside. I know that if I were a mother, I wouldn't let my child out when there are Blood Rite in our village. Probably due to the fact that if my child were to be anything like me, I wouldn't trust them anywhere near known enemies... for the sake of the enemy's safety.

I push open the front door of our household, pursing my lips at the still, silent air of the house. Walking through the threshold I allow my shoulders to relax from their constant square posture and I roll my neck as I walk towards the staircase. Small cracks and groans from my bones reply to the rolling movements and I grunt softly in satisfaction.

My father would be glued to the Alpha's side in case of a sudden attack upon our Pack courtesy of our "visitors". I know that due to this, I won't be seeing him anytime tonight unless he brings the Alpha here. Hopefully they stay away and my Mate remains with them. I can only pray to the Goddess that she may have mercy upon my confused and angstful heart.