My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Twenty-Six

I stood in a stance, with my feet shoulder width apart and my back straight. My hands hung loose at my sides as I stared at the two half naked men opposite me. It was like a wet dream. Their shredded bodies glistened with the sheen of their sweat.

But it wasn't a wet dream. I was fighting these men, exchanging blows. I could actually taste the sweet metallic taste of my blood that came from my lip, where Frost had connected it with his elbow.

A bead of my own sweat trickled down from my forehead, into my eye, burning it. But I only blinked it away, not losing my concentration. The itch pulsated through my palms as the beginnings of my energy pushed at my inner walls.

We had started training over an hour ago, but Christian's theory of me losing control faster failed him. It was the longest I had gone without blasting someone in the face whilst training. They put it down to me concentrating on it too hard.

So I eventually let everything go and just fought and they had been right. Not long after I let myself go, the itch begun.

Frost lunged forward, bringing his hands up to my shoulders, letting his weight and momentum push me down to the floor. I put my arms out to take most of the impact, like he taught me, so my head or back wouldn't take the worst of the blow. I hit the mat hard, taking the breath out of me. I didn't have any time to react, as he was flipping me over on to my stomach, bringing my arm up behind me in a painful and unnatural angle.

The pain sored through my shoulder, causing me to scream out. Frost didn't hesitate, nor did he loose his grapple. He used his weight to pin me down, bringing my arm up further.

They had agreed not to use their full strength on me, but decided on no mercy, unless I tapped out. I may consider myself easy going, but a bitchy little wimp, I was not.

I gritted my teeth through the pain, trying to figure out a way to release myself from his hold. The itch in my palms turned into a warm buzzing sensation as I felt my energy vibrated through my body, like it did in my dream.

It was time for me to focus on it. Time to try to navigate it through me to my hands. The way my arm was positioned, made my palm face outwards, against Frost slippery chest.

I felt my mind slip into my inner being. I could feel my blood course through my veins with every pump of my heart. I felt my muscles contract with every movement I made. It was as if every fiber of my body was a single organism on its own.

I could see my glowing energy flow just beneath my skin. It swirled and danced like the flame around my hands. It danced to the beat of my pulse, as if it were in a trance. I watched it from the inside of my mind, like I had wizened down, small enough to walk the halls of my own body.

I reached out to touch it. It swirled around the fingers of my mind like smoke, caressing along and in between them. It responded to my touch as if I were its long lost lover, growing brighter.

I coaxed it, teasing it, like the pied piper. It obediently followed me, dancing along the path of my arms. We reached the pulsating hub of my palms. The energy cultivated into a glowing mass, blinding me.

I opened my eyes, feeling the weight of Frost on top of me. My hands vibrated with immense power.

I concentrated on pushing the energy outward. It responded, blasting out a blinding copper light, sending us both skyward. The light had shot out from my other palm that was flat on the ground. It came out the force that it threw me back as well as Frost. I saw Frost hit the opposite wall out the corner of my eye as I went flying through the air.

A warm body intercepted me in midflight, bringing us down in a tumbling mess of flaying arms and legs. The body took most of the impact of the fall, but it still knocked the wind out of me.

I laid in the warm circle of Cain's body, gasping for breath. He stirred, groaning. "Are you ok?" I asked breathlessly. He nodded, rolling on to his back.

I slowly raised myself up, scanning the room for Frost. He laid in a crumpled heap against the far wall, motionless. My stomach dropped with cold dread. I could barely feel my body as I found my feet. I half stumbled, half ran over to him, calling his name, but he didn't moved.

I collapsed to my knees, rolling him over. I held his head in my lap, supporting his neck. "Frost, wake up!" I shouted. His eyes fluttered under his lids, but there was no response. "Frost, can you hear me?" I asked. Cain closed in behind me. I turned to him, my eyes burning with unshed tears. "Can you help him?' I asked desperately.

He shook his head. "There is nothing we can do but wait. His body is already in the process of healing. He will be fine in the next hour or so. But he will have to change and go out to hunt to regain his strength."

"Can he do that?" I asked. Alphas were the only ones that could change on a whim, and only truly strong Alphas could resist the call of the full moon.

"Yes, he is an Alpha."

I nodded, but a sharp pain pierced the sides of my head. I gave an involuntary shake, as a wave a nausea washed over me. I felt dizzy and faint as I swayed on my knees. A cold sweat broke over my body, darkness clouded the edges of my sight. "I don't feel so good," I groaned, before I felt the world wiz passed me, as I fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.