Training Him

Chapter 3

That's Charlie's new home! I had such a fun time writing this chapter because I absolutely adore looking at houses and I got to look at a lot of houses before I decided this was hers!

Word count: 2,588

I'm awaken by a large bump, making me grab the sides of my seat in fear. I soon realize that we've landed and must be close by. After we've come to a full stop, I grab my bags, and head out the door. There is a black SUV waiting for me when I disembark from the plane. A man stands there, and he seriously looks like he belongs in the secret service. He's dressed in a black suit with black sunglasses covering his eyes. His hair is cut short, close to his head and spiked up, his jaw is in a harsh line, and his mouth set into a straight line.

"Ms. Charlotte Allen?" He asks, looking at me.

"Please, call me Charlie." I answer him back, sticking my hand out to shake his, but he just opens the door for me. Okay then, that was rather odd. I slide into the car thinking to myself once again what I've gotten myself into. We drive off and soon are passing through the woods. After about 20 minutes of driving, we arrive at a gate, about 20 feet tall or more from my estimate. The gate opens and we proceed in and continuing driving for another five minutes. We come to a stop at a house that looks huge in size and capacity. There's a couple other apartment-looking complexes nearby, and I can see a clearing behind them. That must be the training field. Sunglasses opens my door and I step out, numerous people are staring at me, probably because I'm human. I walk around the car, and see Abraham standing in front of the house, waiting for me. He waves at me, and I start to walk towards him.

"Charlotte, it's so god to finally see you in person! All those video chats don't do you justice" He tells me with a smile on his face. He wraps me into a hug and I laugh, he looks different from when I saw him too. We video chatted at least three or four times when I was interviewing for the position. He's definitely taller in person, his blonde hair is cut close on the sides, but longer on the top, and it's styled into an elegant quiff. He's wearing a blue striped button up, with a red bow-tie and khakis on.

"Please call me Charlie, only my dad called me Charlotte, and that was when I was like seven!" I tell Abraham, and he laughs at this.

"Alright, as long as you call me Bram!" He retorts back. I nod my head in agreement. "Alright let's get you inside so you can meet who you'll be working with!" and Bram leads me inside the house. Upon entering, I'm dumbfounded with how huge the house actually is. There's a huge staircase to the right when you enter, and then there are two more once you reach the second floor. The kitchen is huge, with an island that can seat 12, and a table that can seat at least 20.

"This is the pack house, this is where most of the families live, around 300 people live here right now, but that's not at maximum capacity. We can fit 500 here. There are private bathrooms in each room, a living room on each floor, a pool on the 7th floor, a gym in the basement, and a garden on the roof." Bram rattles off to me. I turn and look at him with wide eyes.

"Is this where I'll live?" I ask him, unsure of how I would manage with almost 300 other people.

"Oh no Charlie, you've got your own house right outside of the clearing. Alpha Collins wanted you to feel as at-home as possible." He tells me. I know immediately I look relieved, and Bram laughs at this. "I only brought you here so I could give you the grand tour of the grounds!" He explains in a chipper tone. 

We continue walking through the house until we reach the back doors that lead outside. He opens them and I smell freshly cut grass right away. There are a lot of people sparring in the clearing right now, with a bunch of trainers, I assume, walking around wearing a yellow band on their arm, helping to correct some techniques on certain groups.