Run

11

"My gosh." Alex crosses his arms across his chest, looking at me from afar. "Don't act as if I totured you or something."

I wheezed in response as I jogged my last round back; my heart beating fast like it was rocking an epic drum solo. 30 rounds he made me run in the end. The exact same number of rounds he made me so in the beginning.

As I slowed down, I felt a sudden sting on my leg. Well, besides the sting from my entire body. The training made me ache evrywhere. I winced. Lifting up my leg, I noticed my foot had been cut open a little. Great. Stupid drinkers leaving their broken glass shards everywhere. Kids go to the beach too, you know.

"I cut myself." I said aloud.

Blood had started to seep off the cut. I squeezed the skin around the cut to push out the piece of glass wedged in my skin. I keep in my pocket to throw away later. When I look up, Alex is by my side.

"Oh, really? That's good," He inspects the cut by grabbing my leg and bringing it up to his face. I almost fall over from the sudden loss of balance and moan in pain from the sudden stretch after the strenous training. Woah. I flailed my arms around and hopped a little on my other foot before latching on to his shoulder. "I was saving that healing lesson for next week."

"Heh?"

"Werewolves have this nifty trick of accelerated self-healing."

"Then apparently I don't have it." I've had my skin cut open before. Never have I ever been blessed with fast healing.

"That," he looked sheepish for only a second. "Is my fault."

"The poison?" I sigh.

"The precaution medicine," He corrects me, before explaining. "has side effects that at the time was outweighed by your safety in the world."

"So what do I do?"

"Stop taking the pois- medicine after this. You will have to learn to control your wolf by yourself now."

"What if I can't?"

What do you mean, if you can't? My wolf sounds horrified. Funnily enough, I actually expected her to be happy that she wouldn't be controlled.

"You'll die." He shrugs. He lets go of my leg and walks towards where my shoes were. With a flourish, he scoops up my shoes and tosses it back to me. In shock, the shoes hits my stomach before dropping to the ground. He dusts his hands off on his pants.

Not if it means dying, idiot.

What the- "Die?! What do you mean die?"

I quickly slip on my shoes and try to chase after him but it hurt to walk. I chewed on my bottom lip to distract the pain. He had walked away from me, at an unexpectedly fast pace. My body also ached massively from the excersize. I wiped away beads of sweat away from falling into my eyes.

Stop being a sissy. Ray says in my head, trying to push forward lightly. I pushed her gently back into my mind but keep her critism to heart. It's just a cut and excersize. Get over it.

I jogged up to Alex, ignoring the pain and the heavy weight I felt from every bine in my body. I was being a sissy after all. He looked at me and simply nods his head in acknowledgement.

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By the time I got home, only the kitchen lights were on. I was no longer sweaty, but very sticky.

"I'll head to your spare room." The now Alex disguised as an old lady, pats my hand.

I have to admit, he does make a good old lady, considering his mood swings and the fact that he is extremely old. Come to think of it, I prefer him looking like this.

Sheesh, you do have old people fetishes. Alex mocks in my head. I scowl.

Do not disturb me when I am in the room. No visits, unless I ask you to. Got it? He suddenly becomes serious, staring me in the eyes.

I nod.

"Goodnight, young one." He heads for the spare room.

I check the clock. It's 3.30am. It's only been like 3 hours? My training felt like an eternity. I hear what is now Alex's room door close.

As I turned off the kitchen light and walked in the darkness of the house to my room from memory, I realised something.

I don't feel any pain.

Bang!

Ouch. I had hit my hip against a corner wall. I feel around the wall and turned a corner where the bedrooms were.

I meant that there was no pain from my foot anymore. The aching had reduced immensely from the earlier excersize as well. Damn. Werewolf shit.

Wanna try something else? My wolf asks, eager to show me something. She seemed very different from the brooding animal from before. You can see better in the dark.

Legit? I raised my eyebrows. Right now, being a werewolf seems really cool. Of course!

But if you do this, you can't change it back though. She warns.

Yeah, yeah. I say in my head, closing my eyes on her command. She tells me to open my eyes again.

I could see the surroundings by distinctive grey and black. I could even tell the doors from one another. Werewolves are the shit.

As I opened my door and make my way into my room with a literal new perspective on life, I saw Alice sprawled across my bed. Damn it. I forgot she was a starfish sleeper.

Closing the door behind me, I head to the toilet. Put lots of cold water in my body, per instructions of Alex. After drying, I quickly got changed into my sleeping dress and adjusted Alice's position to make some room for myself.

She suddenly tenses which makes pause, but she relaxes again and mutters something in her sleep. She mentions my name somewhere in the middle of her incoherent words but I ignore it. She is a super heavy sleeper.

I get into the most comfortable position that I can and close my eyes. I am immediately greeted by that guy. The handsome guy with grey eyes.

My eyes flew open instantly, to be met with the ceiling, where there were the grey traces of the ceiling fan. I watched as the fan spun, around and around. It was almost like watching a black and white television. Million questions came to mind. I guess I won't be sleeping tonight.

Who is that guy?