Fate Will Have It

XIV

Kenzie Hope

Brady and I had been with the boys for a week and a half. They were a wild crew, but they were growing on me and I was beginning to love each and every one of them. They each had their own quirks and it was wonderful. I had learned so much and met so many people that I was beginning to forget about Kaden- almost.

Jordan, who I learned came from a pack in Russia before ditching it for opportunities in the U.S., was becoming like an older brother to me. I learned that he was only close to a select few and he was very informal to them. Those who had joined, what he likes to call, his troop he was decently formal with and even though they weren't an official pack, everyone knew he was willing to risk his life for any one of them.

Apparently, Jordan had taken a liking to me. While he was kind to everyone, he was extra protective of Brady and I. He was even teaching the both of us how to fight. Brady, since he was newly shifted, needed training in wolf form and Jordan was very eager to help him out. Jordan was also very lenient in when we could shift, in fact he had no rules about it at all. Life with Jordan and the guys was very relaxed; it was everything I needed right now.

The guys were pretty cool, too. Generally, the ones we met our first night here weren't around because they were travelers that always made their way back here. There were three main guys that hung out with us and Jordan, they were Harrison, Dylan, and Carter. Each had their own different personality and I was surprised to see that they all got along.

So now, Jordan and I were training while the three of them watched. Brady had gone inside, claiming that 'this wolf shit is fucking exhausting'. Jordan was currently teaching me kicks and I felt like passing out any second. He was having me side kick him in the abs and if he couldn't feel it, I wasn't kicking hard enough. That was complete crap because I was kicking as hard as I possibly could. This guy was made out of metal or something because he didn't even flinch.

Each time I would kick, Dylan would cheer me on, yelling encouraging words and tips. He was so sweet and felt bad that Jordan was kicking my ass without even touching me. Eventually he was my saving grace when he declared that I needed to eat or I was going to die from malnourished. He, then, went to make me a sandwich using last night's leftover turkey.

I plopped myself on the grass, it was went since it rained less than an our ago. And yes, Jordan made us train in the rain. But now, it was hot and sunny- the perfect example of how bipolar Mother Nature is.

"Oh my Goddess, Z, that was hilarious," Harrison said, using my new nickname and tipping his bear bottle towards me. My head hit the ground with a soft thud as I laid down. I flipped Harrison off and he just laughed, enjoying how depleted I was.

"Harrison Michaels! Don't you dare laugh at her, she's had a long day!" Dylan exclaimed as he handed me my sandwich. Dylan sat down next to me and I scooted up to put my head in his lap. Soon Dylan was running his hands through my hair, trying to make me feel better.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to mess with your pup," Harrison replied sarcastically. Dylan ignored the comment while both Jordan and Carter chuckled. While Harrison was right, I was not Dylan's pup, Dylan did act like the mother of all of us. Eventually, when Jordan finds his mate, I'm afraid Dylan might have some trouble letting her be the mother figure.

"Z, I think if you put your hips into your kicks, you'll kick a lot harder," Carter advised after a while.

"I wasn't doing that already?" I asked, wanting to cry from just not getting it. Dylan smoothed back my hair and soothed me.

"Not really, but it's okay, it'll come with time," He commented and then went back to sipping his beer. Carter was more of a laid back people watcher than an active participant and that was okay. He was trustworthy and honest, something that I think really matters in a person.