Pack Warrior [EDITING]

Chapter 4

I stayed in my room all night, ignoring everyone that knocked on my door, including Lisa. I even ignored my stomach that had been growling from hunger from 8 pm onwards. 

I was a growing wolf, I needed fuel. But I needed to prove my point more.

I got almost no sleep as well, so when 4 am rolled around, I simply got up and walked to my wardrobe. I grabbed a pair of black shorts and a blue tank top, as well as a sports bra. Once I was changed, I tied up my hair and slipped out of my bedroom quietly.

I tip toed downstairs and snuck into the kitchen. I then opened the fridge, finding a plate with my mom's famous lasagne on it. Not bothering with heating it up, I grabbed a fork and started shovelling the food into my mouth.

I was about three quarters done when I noticed James staring at me and smirking. My mouth was still full, so I couldn't speak. Instead, I flipped him off and continued eating. I couldn't have cared less about how I wasn't eating like a girl. I was a wolf and I was sure as hell gonna eat like one.

Once I was finished, I stuck my plate in the sink and turned to see James leaning against a counter, happily eating a banana. 

I sighed. "You ready?"

He nodded and we headed outside. The sun was only just coming up now, giving little light to the yard. Not that that would stop us. 

After finishing his breakfast, James stood in the centre, stripped out of his clothes and then shifted. I took a deep breath and lunged.

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I was almost falling asleep at my desk. I mean, usually I didn't really care about paying attention in school, but this was noticeable. I was exhausted.

Not only had I gotten no sleep, James had worked me hard. It started with me fighting in human form against his wolf; then we fought wolf to wolf; then human to human; and we finished with a 5 mile run. To say I was exhausted was actually an understatement.

I almost fell out of my chair as the bell rung, signaling lunch. I gather my stuff, pulled my bag on to my shoulder and headed towards the door.

As I passed my history teacher, Mr. Michaels, I smiled apologetically.

I then stepped out into the busy corridor. People were moving everywhere, but I was too tired to care who I bumped into. I trudged to the cafeteria, throwing my weight against the doors and then spotted Lisa.

She was sitting at our usual table, a small one by the windows. It wasn't like we didn't get along with the other members in the pack. We did in fact have friends we hung out with all the time. But for some reason we always just sat alone at lunch.

Before she saw me, I took the chance to look at her. She was wearing a simple white t shirt with a pair of jean shorts. Her hair was tied up in messy ponytail, with a pair of sunglasses on top of her head. On her feet she wore gladiator sandals that wrapped around her ankles.

Unlike the other girls in our grade, we dressed as casually and as un-slutty as possible. Similar to Lisa, I was wearing a pair of black jean shorts, along with a grey band t shirt. On my feet I wore my woren black converse and my hair was pulled into a messy bun.

As if sensing me looking at her, she looked up and lifted her hand in a wave, just as I started to shuffle over. I hadn't seen her all day, choosing to head to school straight after my training. I hadn't had any classes with her so far. I knew she was gonna be annoyed.

I collapsed in my chair opposite her and was greeted with her glaring at me.

I sighed. "If it makes you feel any better, I am seriously suffering right now."