Through my Eyes

3: Training Day

Once I get out of bed the next morning and get dressed in my workout clothes for today,  a pair of green camo leggings and a matching half jacket and a finial touch of combat boots. I simply jump out of my window after it all. "Training today are we?" calls a vague voice. I turn to see my father. He walks towards me, his elite marking poking above his jacket. I let my arms entrap his body and his chuckle rumbles like thunder. "Hey Dad. Yeah, I've gotten back into my old routine again. Took me awhile though. Why are you home so early, I thought that the Dark moon pack was still trying to overtake the prince?" I ask him curious since he wasn't supposed to come home for another two months. He sighs and rubs his eyes, "The prince died Dizzy. He died young at only 23. A lycan was ripped to shreds by 7 other elites and 3 from the pack. The rest of us took them down but now we have to find his heir. It may take weeks, or centuries, but I will do my job of doing so." 

I nod understanding and he hugs me once more then leaves the yard and I go the other way towards  the training center. I check the time and Darron should have been here 3 minutes ago. It isn't like him to be late at all. I feel a small pinch on my neck and ignore it until it becomes painful. "Darry why the hell would you stab me in the neck with a piece of metal!" I scream once I feel the blood on my hand and see Darry holding the little piece of metal.  He simply shrugs. I simply slap him and hold my hand on the hole in my neck until the blood stops. "sorry. . ." 

As soon as I get into the center I go to a punching bag so I don't punch him in the face like I want to.  I punch until my knuckles are bleeding and my nails have left holes in the leather. I punch until the anger and frustration stops. Until the world stops spinning.  After what seems like only 14 minutes or so I sit down and wrap my hands then start to do my kicks. I kick until my foot feels like it will fall off. I train until I'm stopped. Like clockwork Darry comes over at 11:27 to get me.  "Hey, stop kicking your foot is purple. What did you do to your knuckles?" I stop and slip my shoes on as we walk out not responding, he knows what I did, I trained my pain away. About half way home of pure silence he says one thing that terrifies me, "Pack meeting at 3 today."

Please tell me if I'm going too fast or adding in too much at once! If you have any problems with pace or vocabulary and spelling comment it please! Again thanks for reading this book that we both know isn't very good so far. :)