Pack Warrior [EDITING]

Chapter 7

I woke up the next morning to someone banging, loudly and continuously, on my door. I groaned, completely exhausted. I had gotten very little sleep, considering the party had gone on for hours after I left. I had just laid there in my bed and listened to the thumping music from outside.

I looked over at my clock to see it was 6 am. Dear god.

I managed to tumble out of bed and crawl over to the door. Unlocking it, I peeped my head out to see a very annoyed James. I groaned again. Shit.

"Care to explain why you weren't at training?" He pushed past me and stood in the centre of my room, his arms folded over his chest.

I pouted. "So tired." My eyes had started to close, even though I was still standing.

"I have been waiting for the last hour for you to come outside." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Are you hungover?"

I rolled my eyes and stumbled back to my bed. "No. I left the party at like 11. I just got no sleep." I pulled the covers up and tucked myself in.

Suddenly the blanket was off my bed, the curtains were drawn and James was glaring down at me. "Up. Now."

I whimpered. "God James, please let me sleep. I promise I will get up in a couple of hours and go for a long run. Right now I'm dying."

He still didn't look pleased but sighed. "Fine. Go for a run later. But you're training will be twice as hard tomorrow. And I expect you outside at 4 am. Not a minute later."

I nodded, barely hearing him as I drifted back to sleep.

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I eventually got at 9 when I heard the adults freaking out. Blinking rapidly, I rushed downstairs, worried that there was a rogue attack or something.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs however, I saw the cause of all the stress. The house was a tip. There were cups everywhere and the floor was covered in spilled drinks. Most of the furniture was upside down, with a few broken. I stood open-mouthed at the sight. What the hell happened when I left?

There was a group of around 20 adults glaring at me. 

I held up my hands in  surrender. "I was upstairs from 11 on. This is all new to me."

The glaring didn't stop. My mom stared at me suspiously. I flinched a little under her glare, but knew she was trying too decide if I was lying. She pursed her lips. "She's telling the truth."

I let out a breath and tried to see into the kitchen. "Is the damage this bad everywhere?"

All the parents nodded. My father stepped forward. "Emmy, I think you should go and fetch everyone that was at that party. Wake them whatever way you have to and get them down here."

I nodded and was about to head up stairs. "Wait." I paused and turned back. "Wake them as loudly as possible. That's see how bad the hangovers are today."

I was surprised by the mention of alcohol, but realised there were empty bottles everywhere, so it was kind of obvious. 

I rushed upstairs, heading into my bedroom. I paused, wondering how I could get everyone up. I tapped my chin and then smirked. I walked over to my wardrobe, digging around the bottom until I found my fog horn. I couldn't even remember where I had gotten this, but I think James at something to do with it.

Starting on the top floor, I walked into each room. I alternated between using the fog horn and screaming for everyone to get up. I then ran out of the room and on to the next one. When I heard people getting up and moving towards their doors, I ran to the next floor. This happened until there were a lot of unhappy teenagers following me downstairs.