What's That Supposed To Mean? - Werewolf Romance

What's That Supposed To Mean? - 21

Hey guys... Feels like FOREVER ago. It probably was forever. 

I am so sorry I havent updated in such a long time :( I feel really really bad and stupid. I hate it when the stories I read are like that and Im doing the exact same thing. 

I do hope you havent given up, though. I hope there is still someone out there with their awesome comments and stuff, :) 

Anyways, this story is really starting to get harder and harder for me because whenever I'm coming closer to the end, I dont know how on earth to end the story. I get writers block and all those stuff and even though I have to have a happy ending, I dont know what to put on the way there. 

Now its getting hard and I have to try and push myself to continue to write because I have only one chapter left on my computer and then I wont be able to update whenever I want because I'll have to WRITE a chapter to publish it -.-

Oh well, sorry for the long note. I'm sorry for the long wait & I hope you're still there guys!! LOVE!

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Chapter 21

I had just arrived to our training field and I was ready to start. I was excited but I felt like I had to give myself a peptalk to get even more excited so I did good. I had chosen my training outfit very carefully. Sport tank top, sport shorts and good shoes. I had my hair up in a ponytail and I stretched while waiting for everyone else to arrive. The only person who was here was my dad, who came with me to see the first day of our training.

As I was sitting there on the soft grass, stretching my legs, a car drove in and out came Uncle John with five guys coming out behind him. I recognized Michael and the two others from the new members and two new guys that I assumed were the other trainers. Why they had all come, I didn't know but Noah was nowhere in sight. He should be here by now; my dad and his dad didn't like people who came late to important things and this was important; the training for our Alpha positions which were big responsibilities.

I stood up, brushing myself off and walked over to my dad who was standing with Uncle J and the guys. I smiled as I waved at them. My dad put his hand on my back.

“This is my daughter, Samantha, the girl you are to train. Noah will be here soon and- Oh! There is he is. He might be late a few times so don't think much about that. But if he misses a training session, contact us immediately afterwards.”

“Absolutely, Alpha,” one of the two new guys said in a deep voice. He stepped forward and raised his hand. I shook it as he introduced himself with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Samantha. I'm Greyson, but you can call me Grey.”

The second one came up and did the same before I could respond. “Hi.” He smiled. I'm Julian.”

“Hi Greyson, Julian. Very nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to be training with you guys.” I smiled back and they introduced themselves to Noah as he arrived. He was wearing basketball shorts and a black t-shirt, shook their hands with that usual blank but observant look and then glanced at me and then Michael with a glare. Michael never once looked at him and avoided eye-contact. Smart to avoid Noah's trouble, very smart. Or Noah would throw him hateful glares every two seconds or just kick his ass for “looking at him.” Yes, that's Noah.