love, callie [p.l.]

eighteen | epic love

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OVER THE COURSE OF THE NEXT FEW WEEKS, CALLIE THREW HERSELF INTO TRAINING. She had finally finished studying the journals Billy and Old Quil had given to her, and began delving deeper into her abilities. It was discovered that her reflexes were just as fast as the shifters', and she was very agile. Her physical strength was more than just a simple human's, but lesser than shifters― most of her strength lied within her photokinetic abilities.

As her training went on, Calliope grew more at ease with her powers. She was able to fuse her light manipulation with her combat skills, thus making her a better opponent when facing enemies. She had asked Sam and Jared to help her train physically, and they were more than happy to oblige. Paul and Jake were both a bit offended that she didn't ask them, but Callie knew they would both be too easy on her. She didn't want them to be easy on her; she needed people who were going to push her limits, to make her test herself, to work her to the bone. If she wanted to be able to protect the pack and anyone else that she loved, she needed people who would train her vigorously and not take it easy on her. 

Sam and Jared just so happened to be those people. There was no one else she could think to ask, really. Paul and Jake would be easy on her, and Embry didn't feel comfortable fighting with her― which was something that was necessary for Callie to build her strength up. Quil, Leah and Seth were all way too new as shifters, so they were out of the question as well. When it boiled down to it, Sam and Jared were the only logical conclusion.

They had agreed to it the second she showed up at Emily's one day, asking if they would help. From then on, Callie went straight to Emily's every day. She had built a routine: get up early in the mornings, go jogging with either Jake or Paul― whichever one wasn't on patrol that day― and then go to school. After that, she'd go to the diner and work until seven, and then she'd go straight to Emily's from there to meet with Sam or Jared, depending on whose day it was. They'd take her out to a clearing a few miles out from Emily's house, and that was where they did their training.

It was a lot of very hard work. Most days, Callie struggled to drag her tired bones out of bed. It was easier in the mornings that Paul didn't have patrol― he had started staying over more often, and he was a big help motivating her to get moving for the day. While he still didn't like the idea of Callie joining the efforts in hunting down Victoria, he struggled to accept it because he knew this was something she had to do. And so, he resorted to encouraging her to keep up with her training; although, if Callie ever worked past midnight, he threw a fit about it.

Eventually, it was decided that they would never train past eleven at night; and on Wednesdays, Callie would have the day to relax. Wednesdays were always her day off from the diner, so once she was finished with school, she'd either head to Emily's or go home. 

On this particular day, fatigue had caught up to Callie and she decided to go straight home. Kim drove her, since she had yet to take her driver's test still. The two girls gossiped for the entire drive, with Lana Del Rey's sultry voice drifting out of the radio's speakers. As they pulled into the Black household's driveway, they were laughing at a story Kim had told about Jared― but the moment they saw Chief Swan's cruiser, a Seattle Chief's cruiser, and another unrecognizable vehicle, the laughter stopped. "What's going on?" Kim asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.