I will get you back

New pt.1

Xavier's P.O.V

I walked out of the room we where keeping my newest prisoner in. Hearing her crying and screaming kind of made me feel bad, i didn't like to see women in pain of any kind but I was doing this for a purpose.

My prisoner, Katia Evans, was here and we'd just been informed that her mate was trying to find her. Just like I wanted him too. He was the person I wanted to kill after all. I was just a little sorry for Katia though. She didn't deserve such a wreck less mate to have to care about.

I didn't care though. Not as much as I should've.

Jessica's P.O.V

I got into the car. I was going to have to become a rogue. I didn't have anyone to go to from other packs so I'd have no choice. It was going to be a long journey so I'd dint run there in wolf form.

I started driving when all of the memories from the past two days flooded my mind,

I had woken up to the sun shining bright through the court aims making me smile, yeah right! I was not a morning person I groaned, accidentally falling off the bed at that. "Stupid floor, why you gotta be so fucking hard!" I yelled at it. I'm not crazy.

I got up and threw my blankets onto the bed. I walked to the shower and proceeded to take off my clothes and take a shower. Today we where needed to wake up extra early.

I was part of the worrier pack. My pack, as said in the name, was full of worriers. We were the pack that, no matter what, was ready for a war. The other packs weren't as well trained, especially the ones with the younger leaders.

I was one of the most powerful worriers in the pack. Although the Luna didn't want to acknowledge that as a fact, it was true. She had always been rude to me especially. She'd always seen I had more power than her, even though she was the so called Luna of this pack. She was scared of me.

Smirking at the fact I got out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying myself off. I looked in the mirror after wrapping myself in the towel.

I wasn't an ugly girl. I had straight black air that didn't stick up all over the place like others girls'. My skin color was a caramel kind of tan. I looked slightly adidas but I remember someone once told me that I looked to be somewhat Salvadorian to them. I was fairly skinny but not dying of starvation. No definitely not. Like any normal person, or at least my kind of person, I was immensely in love with food.

I laughed at this although it was 101% true. I grabbed my hairbrush and proceeded to do my hair, in the end, tying it up into my classic ponytails as always. I got out of the bathroom and went to my closet and into the drawer u kept my armor in.

Yes, they made us wear armor during our training. Why? I don't know. It was hella heavy but you don't hear me complaining. I just thought that these people were naturally crazy. I knew I was. Winky face.

In this pack, we were all pretty tough. Like we had some girls who where total pussies when it came to training at all but we didn't have many. We weren't a sexist pack either. Both males and females where part of our army and trained at the same pace.

We all went to school although it was all kind of messy. Each grade level went at different times like, for instance, pre-school went in the early mornings at like 5:00 AM, trust me, you get used to it. They go from 5:00 AM to 12:00 (noon time not night).

After them came the elementary school kids. They went from 12:30 (again not night time) until 7:30 PM. Most school had both highschool era and middle schoolers go to school at the same times sot that the high schoolers didn't have to go at night and return in the morning.

Also some people just chose not to go to school. It was ok not to because they payed you here for training as though it was a job since sometimes we go into wars and the training is necessary for them.

My family where the kind of people who didn't put they're kids into school. We where, like other families, committed to war and preparation. We usually only went to school when there wasn't any need for training.

I'm adopted so I'm not close with my family that much except for my parents. Adoptive ones that is. They have kids but we don't really get along, I was adopted because and I quote 'I looked destined for something more than an orphanage' my moms words not mine.

I smiled at the memory as I put on a sports bra, some thin short shorts and then my armor. I had some kind of but so it wasn't exactly easy to squeeze it into the armor every day but I managed. My breasts weren't all that big but not small.

Anyway, that was getting awkward, I walked out of my room which was one of many since most of the worriers lived at the house they made especially for us so that we could get to the training area quickly.

I walked down the hall passing a few people on the way. I waved to some and said hello to others but that was pretty much it. I wasn't popular there. I had more acquaintances than friends but that didn't bother me.

I'd gotten to the training area and went to my assigned spot. We'd started the warm ups and soon we were doing the actual training. I could see some new face ps but not many. The training wasn't simple but I could bare it.

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After training was done I headed back to my room. Once there I took a shower after squeezing myself out of the armor. I walked back out and changed into my comfortable pijamas.

Just then I'd noticed a small envelope on my pillow addressed to me. I opened it and this is what it said:

Dear Jessica,

You have been summoned by the Luna of your pack, Luna Milefica, to come to the pack house tomorrow at exactly 12:00 (noon). There we will discus an important matter.

Sincerely,
Milefica

I'd sighed, setting down the letter. She always had to be her birch you sell and start trouble. With that thought in mind I turned on my apple T.V and started to watch Grey's anatomy.