The Protector

XXXII

Three weeks fly by, the same repetitive routine that makes me want to tear my hair out. Get up; eat; train; research; train; eat; bed. I'm starting to lose my mind. The only entertainment I manage to squeeze into the day is knocking my brothers and friends on their arses in training; I rarely have time to watch films with Mallow because I get to bed at one then wake up at seven to start training two hours before everyone else by running around the forest a few times to clear my head from nightmare's then get breakfast with everyone.

I'm thankful it is finally Sunday. We decided to shorten training to only an hour in the morning in order to relax on the last day of the week or we'll push ourselves too far. I don't want to sacrifice anyone's mental, physical, or emotional stability by over doing it. It also means I get to spend the whole day with my precious Marshmallow.

I have managed to turn her into a 'Friends' fanatic. She binge watched the whole series in her free time which is considerably more frequent that what I'm blessed with. She's already gotten through the entire series twice, and has started working her way through 'Supernatural' which is hilarious compared to our actual lives. Though some of their interpretations are correct.

Thankfully, she hasn't yet noticed that I'm sneaking out of our room on a night when she's already fallen asleep. I often spend a few hours in the library to try finding any other advantages I can sink my teeth into. She's been trying desperately to make me sleep more, figuring that I'm only going to wear myself out. However, I just can't sleep peacefully. I'm too eager to get this over with, even if the extra time is good for the pack. I'm an impatient fuck that is yearning to bring some sort of end to this impending battle.

"Marshmallow?" I groan, pushing my book onto the bench to my left. Rolling closer to her, she pauses her episode to turn to me.

She's happier than ever before these days. She's constantly smiling and giggling at everything which makes this whole experience much easier on my soul to bear. Her mental state has improved majorly also. Now confident enough to wear dresses and crop tops without long sleeves or hoodies to hide her arms, I couldn't be prouder. Her appetite has even increased to that of a regular wolf, no longer feeling sick or annoyed at herself afterwards.

I took her shopping last Sunday to get some of her own clothes so she doesn't have to keep borrowing Short Stack's. Their style is very similar, though Lizzy's is more 'Romantic' as Kelis informed me. However, she's always got something of mine on her as well. Lately, she's taken to wearing my shorts as pyjamas or my pendant during the days. When I questioned her about it, she explained that it is like always having me near by which is as adorable as it can get.

"What's wrong, Fruit?" I open my arms, and she crawls over to sit on my lap for a long cuddle. She scratches at my scalp, easing my jittering leg from being pent up with the need for a fight.

"Do you feel like doing something today? I can't stand being inside and doing nothing right now." She kisses the bottom of my jaw, the only place she can reach in this position. "What do you have in mind?"

"I don't know. Feel like going to the -" The blaring alarm hidden in the corner of my room starts going off, making us both jump at the sudden eruption of noise. Of course I've just jinxed myself.

I can sense his conniving aura nearby, so it is no wonder who it is this time. It explains why I've been agitated all day. It's troubling me that I can't tell how this is going to end, all I can make out is death and pain.

We both roll out of bed, pulling on the trainers I've kept at the ready then running down the hall and stairs. Well, I actually slide down the bannister while Lizzy hops down the steps two at a time. We've done this drill a couple of times now. The plan is for her to go with Kelis into the bunker since she has no clue how to fight just yet. I've only been willing to teach her a few self-defence moves now that she's healthier.