The Fighter and Her Mate

Chapter 15: Am I Ready?

As I ate, Hunter told me about some of the issues in the pack, including the lack of trainers and rogue entries.

"You know," I said, trying to swallow a piece of burger, "I used to be a pack warrior. A pretty good one too."

"No," he said, stealing a fry.

"1: Don't touch my food. 2: Why can't I just train? I'm not asking to fight."

Hunter caressed my cheek, "I can't risk you getting hurt."

"But you're down trainers and I'm perfectly capable-"

"No," he said, putting a finger on my lips, "And we will not discuss this any further."

He got off the bed and started walking towards the bathroom, stripping off his t-shirt. He stopped, turned back towards me, and wadded up his shirt. He started walking back towards me and my eyes focused on his perfect abs.

"Tell you what. I'll make a deal with you."

My eyes shot back up to his and nodded my head.

"What's the proposal?", I said crossing my arms.

"Once I mark you, you can have one class a week to train our warriors. If you get hurt," he said, leaning over my food, "I kill them."

His offer was nice, especially since he was so against it at the beginning. I pushed him away and stuck my hand out for him to shake.

"Deal."

He looked at my hand and interlaced our fingers.

"How about we seal this with a kiss?"

I nodded as our lips connected. When he pulled away, he quickly kissed my forehead.

"Now, I have to shower. You eat. I want all that stuff on the plate gone when I get back," he said, heading to the bathroom.

I giggled and shoved some more food in my mouth. Once he closed the door, I put the food to the side and searched for something to do. He still had my phone and I was bored.

I found a bookshelf and began searching for something to read. To be honest, I hated reading, but it was better than staring off into space. I found lots of classics and a bunch of werewolf books, but nothing intrigued me. 

I decided to just sit back on the bed and finish my food. Once he finished his shower, I had cleaned the plate. He came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants. I looked away shyly and could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. He chuckled, walked over to me, and put his finger underneath my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"Brooklyn, I'm all yours. You can look", he says, his eyes turning black.

He lets go and I let my eyes wander to his abs. He chuckled as I reached out to touch them and kissed my forehead. When I touched him, he growled lowly and I quickly retracted my hand. He laughed and moved the food tray off the bed. He started leaning in but I reached my hand out to stop him.

"As much as I love where this is headed, can we please go on a run?", I said, giving him my puppy dog eyes.

He chuckled and looked over at the clock, "Not tonight baby."

"Why not?", I whined, crossing my arms over my chest.

"It's dark and we just took showers."

He had a decent point. I didn't want to admit it though. I just wanted to get out of this room. It felt almost like a prison at this point. I groaned and fell back on the bed, sneaking a glance at the clock. It was only 8pm. I could hear the wind howling outside.