Dear Roman

Fight Song

Chapter 13: Fight Song.

~Audra~

After falling back asleep earlier this morning I woke up with a smile on my face.

Today was a new day full of new possibilities, and I was going to make the most of it.

I quickly got into the shower and brushed my teeth. After showering I got dressed in some black ripped skinny jeans and a maroon long sleeved v-neck then quickly threw on white Nike's.

It was finally starting to get cold outside showing that Winter was upon us.

After that was done I decided to let my hair dry naturally. I was in a hurry.

My plan for the day was to meet as many people and expand my social circle. There was still a nagging voice in my head that claimed no wolf could be trusted, and a big part of me wanted to prove that voice wrong.

The biggest reason was because I wanted to believe it was wrong. And because that nagging voice I know is my father's opinions on life pushing it's way into my head.

And I wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong and whole heartedly believe these people are good. I know they're good, and I'm tired of feeling like I can't trust anyone.

I turn the lights off in my room and make my way down the stairs only to pass by Roman on my way down.

"Morning Audra." He says to me and continues walking past.

"Good morning Roman." I chirp back getting ready to walk down the stairs when his head whips back in my direction.

Deciding to not pay any mind to that I run down the stairs to see women and girls in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"Morning ladies." I say as I walk past them.

"Good morning Luna." They reply.

I turn around to correct them but they're already in their own conversations again so I prove the action pointless.

As soon as I walked out the front door the rush of cold wind danced over my skin.

I felt great this morning, nothing could bring down my mood-.

Loud snarls are heard and I freeze.

Grunts, growls, and snarling greeted me after a few seconds which immediately put me on high alert for any threat.

I told you, they're evil. The nagging voice in my head says but I block it out.

I'm my own person, I make my own opinions.

Which is why I hold my head high and walk down the Castle steps.

You're a fucking Princess, so act like it. You aren't porcelain. I scold myself as I continue to walk.

Whatever lays ahead of me I'm sure I can handle it, because I can be kickass when needed.

But the closer I get to the snarls without seeing what's wrong, doubt creeps up on me. The videos and pictures start racing through my mind a hundred miles per second.

Wolves are dangerous...

No.

Woman up Audra. No more backing down.

So I quickly round the corner of the pack house, expecting to see some battling rogues, or a wolf eating someone alive or something but I don't. They're just... training.

Men and women warriors fight hard against each other. The sections of the training grounds were obvious. There was hand to hand combat, shifting ground, weapons practice and free for all. That was when you use a mixture of hand to hand combat, shifting, and weapons in one fight to get an idea of war.