Our Wounded Souls

CHAPTER 1

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"Faster!" The older brother said.

"Harder!"

"Come on now, give it to me."

"You have to slow down brother, he looks on the brink of death." said the younger, kinder brother.

"They've got work harder, you know that. I don't have time for slackers." the older brother said with a sneer.

"I know brother but the men are exhausted. Give them a break."

The older brother huffed but did as his brother requested.

"Break! And when you come back you better be ready to work!"

"Why must you work so hard all the time?" younger brother asked.

Big brother snorted.

"Says the boy with no muscle."

Little brother is appalled .

"So what do you call these huh?" he asked, flexing his arm.

"Noodles." big brother replied.

Little brother glowered at his big brother but soon it turned into a smile.

"She wouldn't want you doing this to yourself Ezra. You have got to relax a little. Go on a date maybe."

Big brother, Ezra, said nothing.

Erin was worried for his brother. He rarely did anything other than train. He trained as if they were going to war or something when the truth was they had fought their battle and lost. Not intentionally but there was nothing they could do. When the goddess decided to take a life , she took it and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

"I miss her too." Erin said grimly.

"Shut up." Ezra growled.

Erin sighed but stayed silently at his brothers side.

He wasn't completely innocent in this either. Some days were good. Most days he could smile and joke with everyone else in the pack but then there were other days. Days when he couldn't get out of bed because the grief was too much. Days when he didn't even want to see his brother. Days when he thought there was absolutely no reason to keep going, what was point of living if Hanna was gone?

But on those days he remembered the promise he made his late mate. To find love and happiness again. He didn't see how it was possible but he was not going to disappoint her. Not even in death.

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THUNDER

FEEL THE THUNDER

LIGHTNING AND THE THUNDER

THUNDER THUNDER THUNDER

FEEL THE THUNDER

I groaned as I slammed my hand on the alarm clock. I loved that song but dang it I hated hearing at six in the morning. I slowly crawled out of bed as my mind tried to convince me that school wasn't important. I let myself tumble to the floor and continued my slow crawl to the bathroom. With a particularly loud sigh, I stood up. My mother was going to kill me if I was late.

I showered quickly and put on some clothes and put my natural hair in a bun and that was that. I was very loser-ish so I didn't have to try very hard and that was very ok with me.

I ran downstairs, made myself a bowl of cereal and waited for my mother to come down. We sat quietly in the car as we did everyday. My mother and I did not have very much in common. I wanted to find my mate and raise a family and my mother thought that was a waste of my life, which was cruel if you asked me. Being a mother is the most important job in the world but my mother didn't take it too seriously. As long as I wasn't starving she was doing her job.

See you when I get home, were her parting words as I got out of the car. I was used to this of course but sometimes I wished my mother was a little warmer, a little nicer.

I kept my head down as I walked through the hall to my locker. I didn't have any friends but I was ok with that. Friends would just be a hindrance in my daily activities anyway. I made it through half the day before I was spotted.

Kiersten Kook.

This was a name synonymous with 'The Devil.' At least I thought so. She had massive horns coming out of her forehead and a long red tail coming out of her butt. She even had a pitch fork.

In all honesty the girl was gorgeous, at least on the outside. On the inside...well you can't have it all.

"Hey freak!" she said loud enough to catch the attention the people around us.

Now, I don't really think she knows what the word freak even means because she's been using to describe me for the past five years and I can tell you, I am not a freak. Quiet, yes. Loner, yes. Infinitely sarcastic, hell yes. but freak? I didn't think so.

I rolled my eyes before looking at Kiersten expectantly.

"What?"

"You know the Alphas are coming this weekend." Kiersten said with a 'duuh' look on her face.

I looked at her, expecting her to continue but apparently she needed a little coaxing.

"And?"

"I'm just saying. Don't be surprised when they kick you out of the pack for being utterly weak and useless." she said with a smug look on her face.

I blinked at her slowly.

"Riiiiight, good to know."

I turned my back on her and made my way to my next class.

I sighed as I sketched instead of listening to the teacher, as much as I didn't want it to be, what the she devil said is true. The Alphas were coming to our pack this weekend. Apparently they take a trip to a certain pack each year to train them and stuff because they are supposedly the best fighters out there. I've heard that the older one, as they are brothers, twins for that matter, is a beast when it comes to training. I on the other hand am a kitten when it comes to training. I do not want to get shoved and kicked, no sir, not me. I don't care about being strong because I don't want to fight.

I knew one thing for sure though, this was not going to be a fun weekend for me.

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