Emberborn

Time for a Chat

Rays of sunshine danced their way through the cracks of my curtain. A warm, gentle breeze was flowing into my room from the window. The sweet songbird serenade shook me from my sleep. I fluttered my eyes open to the morning light bouncing off of the hardwood walls.

A sadistic grin crept onto my lips as the sun rose in the east. I stretched my limbs and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before hopping out of the comforting embrace my bed held. I padded my way into my rustic bathroom and placed my hands on the cool, stone sink. Gazing off into the mirror, I let out a huff on contentment.

It was training day.

My beast has been restless, utterly relentless. Running every day wasn't enough to satisfy her. She needed to feel the thrill of the hunt, she needed to taste blood on her tongue. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't craving it either. We were itching for a good fight, to have our muscles torn and beaten into, to be challenged and pushed passed our limit.

I couldn't handle her damn scratching any longer. She was exhausting me, depriving me of sleep.

It was time I satisfied the beast within.

I slipped on my sweatpants and a hoodie before walking out of my room. I knocked lightly on Ronan's door down the hall.

"You awake, Little One?"

I could hear her grumble and start to move out of her bed. I bit back a laugh while calling out to her again,

"Get dressed and meet me outside in ten."

Her chest rumbled with annoyance as I began to walk away. I rolled my eyes before yelling over my shoulder smugly,

"Oh, and I hope you're ready to get your ass kicked today."

Before I knew it, Ronan was dressed and out of her room looking at me challengingly.

"Oh, you're on."

Our journey down to the training grounds was filled with little competitions between the two of us. We would race and toy with each other, nipping and shoving to see who could throw the other off their game. As we rounded the final stretch, Ronan gave me a devious look before ramming into my side hard, tackling me to the ground. She hopped back up quickly and barked at me before taking off towards the clearing.

My beast growled out at the female before taking off to chase after her. My beast loved our Little One very much, but we were not going to lose this challenge willingly. We leaped onto her back as we broke through the trees, tumbling down the hill until landing at the bottom. Ronan's chest rumbled with frustration. My beast let out a wolfy laugh and licked her cheek.

We both stood and shook the dirt from our fur before we looked up at the scene in front of us. Thirty wolves, male and female, were frozen in place as they stared at us wide-eyed. I could sense Ronan still beside me. My beast let out a low growl to these other wolves. She didn't like how they were looking at us and she certainly did not like how they were making our Little One uncomfortable.

All of them quickly averted their eyes and scurried back to their rings, all but one.

"Well, I'll be damned..." the male muttered loud enough for me to hear.

I quickly shrugged on the clothes that were in my mouth as my fur rippled back into my skin. I pulled my hair into a ponytail while walking towards the muscular man with a grin on my face.

"I was wondering when your stubborn ass would make its way down here," he grumbled.

"Timing is key," I shot back.

"Says the one that's always late."

"Sebastian," I nodded.

He let out a hearty laugh that tugged my smile wider before he held his arms out.