Gabriel

☾Chapter 8✡

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Chapter 8

I chugged down the mug of water and slammed the glass down. "More." I demanded, emptying the banquet sized mug. The kitchen staff were staring at me as if I was some mad woman. Probably because I wasn't drinking beer, but acted as if the contents I downed were.

What did they know? They weren't the ones whose brain just talked to itself. Weird way to explain it, but there wasn't much any other way.

The kitchen was simple and tidy. Nothing fancy like the palace, but surely well equipped with the necessary utensils. The staff, although obviously labeling me a mad case, looked a little terrified of this strange human. "Miss," the woman jumped, "have you ever heard voices in your head before?"

Her lips twitched and eyes widened. "N-no," She stuttered.

Goodness, now I've done it.

Titania burst through the kitchen. "Maia! You've got less than 11 days GET YOUR ASS MOVING!" The poised woman then pinched her nose as she gave me a disapproving glare. "And for goodness sake, take a shower and get changed into the appropriate attire before even thinking of training. What are you even wearing?"

I looked down at myself.

Oh. So that's why everyone thinks I'm a mad case. Acting strangely while asking a lunatic's questions in a hospital gown. I can't blame the poor lady. "Gotta run."

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Training grounds.

I'm back. As training commenced, for the wolves, it was just regular practice. As for me it was whether I would be slaughtered or kept. Like usual were all giving me harsh stares. I knew that for the longest time now, humans and wolves shared a bond of hate, but i always thought the harsher of the two were humans. It  I as quite a sight to see wolves so bitter. I couldn't blame them, because I never knew of a wolf that betrayed their pack. Humans? More than able to do so.

We did the standard drills. Running, push ups, climbing and the like. What came after was the dagger practice. I wasn't particularly lousy at daggers, it just wasn't my strong suit. I was used to modern guns and swords. Rifles, carbines, snipers, machines guns, and my Glock. I sighed. How I miss my Glock. The kingdom never dealt Glocks, because the king felt that it wasn't as good as the rifles. The soldiers were trained for hunting wolves. Their weapon of choice was always the rifles, but what they never saw, was how Glocks were small, portable, making it an easy smuggle.

Once dusk kissed the darkening skies, and practice came to a close, I called it a day. Walking away, a harsh voice called out to me: "hey human child."

I turned around and there stood a pack of wolves –in human form of course. They were either smirking, giggling or growling. "Yes?" I replied.

"Do you really think we'd ever accept you as one of us?"

"Uh," I bowed at my waist with my hands straight down my sides, "I'll try my best."