The Broken Queen

Chapter 9; 3 days

Dani's POV:
I look outside and see the sun on the horizon, meaning it is between three and four am. 3 more days. 3 more days until I'm on the run and become a rogue. Oh god, what if something goes wrong?!? I need to make sure we are prepared and have a back-up plan. 'We will be fine pup, things could go wrong, but have faith, we will be prepared. You are well capable of doing this. I will be right here with you the whole time, never underestimate yourself' Kayla assures me, making me smile slightly. I hope she is right. I need to pack my bag today, then I have to train, do a perimeter check and set up my route to the border. It's gonna be a busy day. Here goes nothing...

I get into my gear and arrive in the clearing at 3:45 am. I start with warmups. 30 push ups, 50 squats, 20 burpees, 20 pull ups on my tree branch and a few others. I have gained a lot of strength and muscle these last few months and my beatings haven't been affecting me as much as they used to. Next, I follow with my Wednesday reps.

Jab left, jab right, duck, jab left, jab right, duck, left hook, duck, right hook, left hook, block, duck, split kick, upper rising block, body shot, dodge, throat punch, duck, elbow strike. I do 12 reps and then take a three-minute break. 'Good Dani, keep going' Kayla yips, encourages me. I'm panting lightly, so I drink half of my water in one go. After my break I do another five reps before following it with, roundhouse kick, axe kick, elbow strike, front kick, dodge, block, backflip, downward block, rib chop, left jab, duck. After doing 15 reps of this on the tree and my makeshift dummy, I decide to use my speed. I do 10 laps of my little clearing, all the while being careful not to stray too far, drawing unwanted attention to myself.

Kayla taught me two days ago how to dampen the strength of my scent, so I wouldn't alert the border controls, which will seriously come in handy and could possibly be crucial at some point so I plan to use that skill every training session before I leave.

After my run in wolf form, Kayla is satisfied after being out, so I rinse off again in the lake. 'Ah that felt so good, thanks for letting me out Dani, I needed to stretch my sore legs' Kayla pants lightly. She hates being cooped up. Kayla is very energetic and can't handle being inside for too long. I let her out once every two weeks, we came an agreement about this early on because anymore and we would definitely be noticed, but in recent months, it has just been too risky as my father randomly decided to increase pack patrols on the borders, until last week.

I have no idea why, but it means that I've unfortunately had to keep Kayla locked away for several months, which I plan to make up for ten-fold once we escape this hellhole. 'Well done Dani, you are getting creative and good at testing your limitations, that's a smart move and will come in handy if we have to improvise in a situation' Kayla praises. I realize that it's half five and begin to walk back to my shack, taking my time in order to catch my breath.

After getting into my uniform and lightly combing my curly hair, I hurry downstairs to do my chores. At 6:20 am, I go back into my shack to start packing. I grab a large duffle bag that had been 'lost' two years ago. I had known it would be useful, so I took good care of it ever since I and now I am glad I made that decision. I throw in a zip lock sandwich bag from the kitchen filled with my toiletries, including my toothbrush and toothpaste. I pull out two boxes I had hidden in the floorboards and sort through them.

I'm not given the basic necessities, so I have to steal from the pack here and there just to manage, only the members who hurt me though, the other members don't deserve it. One box is things I have gathered over the years from the pack ground and pack members, including my father.

The other is filled with the belongings and sentimental items I have left from my childhood, most of which I have kept hidden since I turned nine, or younger. I'm very big on privacy so I have always known I had to keep them safe, that's why I hide them. I'm lucky I have done so for years because the day my mother, Damian, and I were attacked by rogues in the woods, my supposed father tore apart my entire room, leaving me in tears. He had angrily smashed my picture frames, broke my bed, tore open my pillows, pushed over my desk and ripped apart everything in my closet.