Wolves And The Woman

Chapter Eight- The Belief

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Chapter Eight

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|The Belief|

|Atiena|

The jog we went on was more of a sprint. When I say sprint, I use it loosely. The "jog" was like running at the speed so the devil didn't have the chance to catch you and drag down you to hell. This jog gave me a new meaning to the saying, 'run for your life'.

We tried to make small talk with each other, but nothing more happened. I couldn't help but think why I always had to fuck everything good up.

I tried to think positive, thinking back to the fact that Sylvester said that he accepted my proposal. Whatever that is worth anyways. None the matter though, he tried to act like nothing damning happened between us. Sly tried what he could to keep the conversation between us. Which I happened to kill just as fast.

I put my hands to my knees as I gasped for air. "Tired already?" Sly said sarcastically. "Stop that, its already been three months that I had my last physical training," I said in between heaving air down my throat.

"I think I hear an excuse for being lazy?" He said raising a hand up to his ear, trying to mock me.

"It's not," I said straightening my back to fuel my confidence back up again. I put my hands on my hips and huffed, even though I was still breathing heavily for air.

"I think it is."

"I swear it's not."

"That's what they all say," Sly said with a snarky grin on his face.

"Sometimes I wonder if your mind hadn't aged from age six," A voice that seemed unnervingly familiar drifted into my ears. I quickly turned my head to notice a raven-haired man with stunning unnatural green eyes.

"Relon.." Sneered Sylvester as his hands gripped his hips in frustration.

Relons eyes seemed to have a little spark in them from the last time I had seen him, a few weeks ago. Relon spread his feet into a stance, just shoulder length apart, though it looks like he was sizing up a challenge. "Yes, Alpha Sylvester?" He said in a mocking tone.

I looked in-between the two of them, curious to see what would happen. They seemed, on the surface that is, as friends. Though I could see that deep, deep down there, something fundamental was off between the two.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the ring training with Fealous?" Barked Sylvester that made both of us noticeably cringe.

"Fealous's talks always drag on. I got the gist of it and skipped." Relon said with a childish shrug.

"War is coming and you are slacking off!?" Howled Sylvester. I took a step back. I don't think I have ever witnessed him this mad, and honestly, I don't want this anger directed towards me. Ever.

I was just about to high tail it back to the 'pack house' as it was called. Though I felt a very familiar bear hand grab my forearm. I looked back to see Sly looking down on me with hardened eyes, His black hair slightly curling due to the snow falling on us. His yellow eyes glaring into mine.