The Year of the Wolf (Completed) (Book One of The Almair Series)

Chapter 19 (Edited)

I usually handled stress and pain differently than most girls who cry, text, or talk to their best friend. For me, it was fighting. I fought when I was upset or when I was stressed out. I did do karate, but I mainly punched mannequins and punching bags, because my family was usually busy with something. That was why I went into the karate room, so I can practice my technique and skill.

 I took off my track shirt because I had my tank top underneath it. I didn't need to worry about people seeing the bandage on my arm, because no one was allowed in here without Tupac's permission.

I shook my head, breaking me from my thoughts. I couldn't help but sigh, before I started to stretch. A few minutes had passed, and I was done stretching. Since I was done stretching, I started to do my training that Master Yin had set up for me. He had told me that my training should be consisted of balancing, kicking and punching. I couldn't just let one skill be better than the others, so I did as he had told me to do.

"And this is Martha Johnson. She is leading the Wolves into an undefeated season," Tupac said, coming into the room when I was doing a handstand.

My tank top was down in the front, so I tucked it into my pants and turned around to face them, still on my hands. I frowned, spying Tupac with another male looking at me.

  The man that was beside Tupac looked like him. However, he stood about 6'5 and he wasn't fat like Tupac was. He was also clean shaven, but he did have a scar on his cheek. He was broad but not as broad as I had seen some people. Another thing that wasn't like Tupac was his black hair being shorter.

I got down from my handstand and looked at them, normally, crossing my arms across my chest and cocking my head. "It's the Wolves basketball team. I am a Freshman, but for middle school we were also the Wolves," I said, raising an eyebrow at Tupac, wondering who he was.

"I see," the man said, nodding his head. He frowned, spying the bandage on my arm. "Tell me, what is the matter, with your arm?" he asked, looking back up to me, raising my eyes.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath, knowing that I was going to be asked by someone. I shook my head and sighed. "Dog bit me." I shrugged my shoulder, acting indifferent.

"You don't have a dog," Tupac said, raising an eyebrow

"Well, I do work with dogs," I interjected. I raised an eyebrow, also. "I might not own a dog, but I do work with them."

"Do you fight?" the man, whose name I should get, asked. He glanced around, taking the place in.

"Depends," I said, cocking my head, curious about this new male.

"My name is Jeb Matthews," the man said, holding out his hand.

"Martha Johnson, who doesn't want you to flip her, so I'm not gonna shake your hand," I said with smile. "You did ask me if I fight, so that is why I'm not doing that."

"Do you want to sniff my butt?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. There was sadness in his eyes that I hadn't seem to notice before. It was as if was suffering the loss of a loved one or something like that.

"Is Lobo a you know what?" I asked, ignoring Mr. Matthews comment while looking at Tupac.

"How did you know I am Lobo?" Mr. Matthews asked surprised that I had gotten his name right.

"I didn't. Thanks for telling me."

"Martha can get answers by saying that she does know something," Tupac said, smiling. "She had used that same trick on me a couple of times."

"Mr. Wesh, is that man going to take Martha away from here?" said an all too familiar voice.

I groaned knowing it was Mia. I didn't look at her, but I looked at Tupac and Lobo. A frown was on my face, and I could see that Lobo was frowning also. I guess he didn't know what had happened between me and my friend.