Howling for Forgiveness

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

"Karia!" Loki gasped in shock. "W-what happened to you?" His silver eyes scanned my body from head to toe, unable to believe that this was the condition I was now forced to live in because of my lame-ass mate.

"My mate happened." I sighed in disgust. "Anyway... care to train me, Uncle Loki?" I forced out a smile as he chuckled humorlessly in reply.

"Of course. We'll have to start out easy through, for obvious reasons, maybe landing some punches. This is going to be about stamina." He brought his hands up in a defensive stance as I readied my body for the physical labor it was about to perform. "Hit me with your best shot, girl."

As swiftly as I could manage them, I threw my punches at Loki as fast and hard as I could, but he blocked them all. "Left, right, jab, hook" countered by his "right, left, block, duck." My breath was running short ten punches in and my muscles were already screaming for a break. Loki said it was alright to stop yet I couldn't allow myself to quit this easily, even if it was expected from me under the circumstances. Everything slowed, my heart, my movements, my breath, and the world. Just one punch. I have to land at least one. I chanted over and over in my head, until Loki's body dissolved into black dots and I went out cold as a rock.

"Karia." I heard him whispering or was he screaming? I couldn't really tell anymore. My body shook and then was lifted. Why did I have to be weak? I was as pathetic as the helpless ants beneath our feet.

My ears picked up on multiple murmurs and whispered conversations surrounding me. I would very much like to reach out and strike them all with my best shot, but when I attempted to move I noticed I could not. The soft voices grew loud enough for my weakened hearing to pick up on them. "I'm getting worried, Sorin, what if our little girl never wakes up?" A strangled sob filled my ears. How long have I been out for?

"Stop your worrying Layla." My father hushed her. "I know she'll wake up soon, nothing will be able to take our beautiful daughter from us, especially not something as lame as her mate's blindness." He growled lowly, a hand touched mine squeezing it with reassuring vibes running up my bare arm. "She is an alpha after all." His tone was full of pride and I couldn't help but try harder to wake myself up. I'm an Alpha! Alphas do not fall like buildings, if they ever fall they fall like stars! To catch my father's attention I attempted to squeeze his hand back. Concentrating I let the bits of energy I had left flow to my fingers forcing them to close around my father's hand.

"Sorin! Look!" My mother exclaimed with a great deal of relief. "She's waking!" I could here the tears in her voice and my father's breath was now hitting my cheek softly.

"Honey..." He cooed, brushing the back of his hand against my cheek bone. "Open your eyes for me, Karia." With much struggle, I managed to lift my eyelids and look around the room. It was all blurry, just a mesh of colors. My eyes fluttered for a few seconds before the images cleared up and became an HD picture. "I'm glad you're back." My father grinned, pulling me into his arms.

My mother had her hands on her cheeks with tears running down them. She stumbled over to the bed I was on and kissed me nonstop. Head, cheek, forehead, cheek, nose, head, cheek, cheek, cheek, nose, forehead, nose. "Mooooom!" I whined, my father pulled my mother off of me causing her to giggle like a school girl.

"Getting jealous now are we, babe?" My mother winked at him. That was my mother, falling to pieces one second and giddy the next.

"Layla!" He scolded. "This is our daughter you are referring to." Never the less he played along. "Her looks overpower yours anyway!" He winked causing my mother to gasp in fake astonishment.