VEUX

Seven

November 21

"Not so rough, Eye." Saoirse grumbled out her dislike as his hand movements slowed down her bare back.

After training, which differed not from her thoughts of relentless shifting, Saoirse could feel the knots tying beneath her skin and making any twist or turn in her body painful. So she sat turned around on a dining chair, her hot, sticky thighs facing either side of the back rest and shirt pulled up over her head to leave her back exposed. It was Eye's offer to help her unstress, seeing as he was familiar with the pain of training as a new shifter. Yet each time he found a knot and dug his knuckles into her muscles, they ached with more agony than relief. When she tilted her head over her shoulder, she could see the rich bruises darkening her already dark skin.

"Those will heal quicker in the future, when the change has fully settled into your DNA." He says, rubbing at another spot over her shoulder blade. Saoirse gripped the chairs back with guttural strength. "If you were to shift, they would heal instantly."

"I'm not shifting on my own free will." Saoirse bit out.

His thumbs played into her skin like a musical instrument, the groans escaping her lips making him sound like an amateur. "Would you like me to command you?"

"No." Saoirse growled, back vibrating as his hands ceased. Her cheeks flushed. "Sorry."

Eye sighs. "It's natural," He explains. "The urges to growl or claw when you get angry, it's instinct from the change settling into you. It's your body beginning to accept the change, and embrace the wolf inside you."

Saoirse pulled her shirt back down over her head, turning around in the chair to sit properly. "Well I don't want to accept it." She kept her eyes on the floor in his silence, lost in her own thoughts. "Why do I need to train?"

He stares at her for quite a moment, brown eyes glowing in the suns reflection from the window. "You want the short answer or the long answer?"

Saoirse thinks about it. "Both."

"You need to train so that one day you will not need a guard." His arm crosses, a flame sparking inside his orbs. "Every single member of Alpha Oracle's pack has gone through the training to get to where they are today. Everybody serves a purpose in this pack, but their number one priority is surviving. If you can't train, you can't survive."

Though she still didn't quite understand, or at least not the depth of his words, Saoirse nodded along. The topic seemed boring and relentless anyways, just as how Eye leaned over with his ass up for Oracle.

"Eye?" Their gazes were locked with each other, yet Saoirse still waited to hear his voice.

"Yes?" He responds.

Her tongue ran across her teeth. It wasn't exactly a fear of rejection she harboured, but the worry of consequences if she couldn't get what she wanted. "I need you to teach me the rules. Oracle's pack laws."

"Alpha Oracle." He corrects, but the threat wasn't there. She'd done it so many times the reprimanding was becoming habitual instinct. "I will answer what you ask."

Her head shook, sweat clogged spirals falling to her eyes. She wiped them away. "I need more than that, Eye. I need you to inform me of every single law so that I can outsmart Oracle."

"Alpha Oracle." His chest grumbles, the sound low with annoyance. "And I don't recommend challenging him."

"Not challenge," Saoirse considered. "Just to get my way once in a while. Like this morning, I didn't like that."