XAVIER IS DYING

Xavier is Dying:17

Chapter 17:

Xanders POV

I started my royal training a month ago, having jam packed days filled with training. I couldn't remember the last free day I had. Not only had I learned to fight, and well at that, but I'd also learned posture, ettiequte, attitude, the absolute works. Although, it was incredibly boring at times.

I'd made friends with some of the other royals coming to train although most of them had been trained growing up so only stayed two weeks at most. The only person I'd truly formed a bond with was an overly ADHD prince due to take over the throne for his country. The only issue was he acted ten and definitely not like a future king but he had a charm to him. His name was Zac and he went out of his way to make me aware he was bisexual by talking about all his flings. In a way his hyper nature reminded me of Bella.

I had a feeling Zac would be here a while in training however, my training was almost finished, I only had a few more weeks left, speeding through all the workshops. The trainer, James, made it his mission to praise me regularly with how well I'd taken to the training. "A natural born ruler" Was the words he used to explain my capability. 

Everyone was shocked when they learned this was my first few months tasting royalty which earned me the nickname 'golden prince'. I'd only received this because people compared me to  gold, rare and valuable. Personally, I couldn't wait to get out of here as I felt more and more uncomfortable with the special treatment.

Wrapped up in my thoughts, I let out a small jump as Zac slammed open my bedroom door with a groan. Immediately, he walked in and let the door shut behind him as he fell face first onto my bed. This wasn't new, usually Zac came to me to rant about the vigorous training he had to endure that day.

"Xander." Zac whined like a lost puppy, pulling he face from the covers to look at me with sad eyes.

"Yes?" I drawled back, getting ready for my afternoon sparring.

"They're trying to crush my spirt, suppress my unique qualities. Apparently with the way i'm going I will never be fit for king. How do you get through this so easily?" He groaned as he got comfortable on my bed.

"Just act a certain way till the boxes are ticked then do what you want to do, once you're king they can't exactly tell you that you're doing it wrong. Otherwise, off with their head!" I joked. "As for getting through it easily, its ingrained in me to follow orders and the fighting is a stress reliever."

"Ugh, you're so manly with your cologne and fighting. I'm so jealous." Zac sighed.

I simply laughed as I tied up my vans, almost ready to leave for training. I was wearing a simple v-neck and joggers so my body wouldn't be restricted when I was trying to fight. We had to fight barefoot so it didn't matter my footwear and on top of my clothing I had a large puffed jacket to conceal me from the snow.

"Those grey joggers make your ass look great." Zac complimented me with a smirk.

"Uh huh." Was all I replied not feeding into his antics but smiling all the less.

It was hard to believe Zac was older than me. Only by four months but it was all the same.

"Okay, well I got to get to my sparring match, you chilling here or going back to your cabin?" I asked Zac, patting down my clothes to make sure I looked presentable.

"I might just chill here, take a nap till your back but I'll see. If I'm not here when you get back, assume I was kidnapped and rescue me so I can give my saviour a kiss." Zac winked as I pulled open the cabin door to reveal the harsh weather.

"Ill let old Martha save you in that case." I replied with a laugh.

"Ew, I'm good! I'll stay kidnapped thanks." He responded with a disgusted look etched onto his face.

With another chuckle, I left Zac in peace to nap, shutting the door behind me to keep the snow out. The weather was growing worse by the day, a blizzard due to hit within this week. It made me nervous being trapped up here. I was itching to get back home to some sort of normality. Don't get me wrong, the training I got here was great, I felt like I was fit for a throne and was also in the best physical form to defend the werewolf population, but it wasn't home.

Then again, I wasn't sure what was home these days.

"Xander! I wasn't sure if you were making an appearance today!" James shouted across the training centre.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." I yelled back, taking my shoes and jacket off.

For the next two hours, James was showing me blocking technique and sticking technique. It was tiring but I was thankful for it. I felt stronger and more confident with the knowledge of being able to fight. Not only that but it had done wonders for my physical appearance, I was in peak health and any trace of my past self was left in the dust.

"Okay well I think that should do us. I don't want to push it too far plus I think you have the technique down anyways." James said as he placed his hands on his hips.

"I keep working on it to maintain it." Was all I replied before hoping out the ring.

James hollered a bye to me as I prepared to leave, him cleaning up our workspace.

My muscles ached but no where near as bad as they were when I first arrived here. Still, I was more than happy to take a nap the second I got into my cabin. I was kind of hoping Zac got bored and left with how drained I was. I really don't think I could hold a conversation right now.

Thankfully, when I entered my cabin it was empty, the only indication Zac had been here was his scent and the ruffled duvet. With a sigh of relief, I kicked off my shoes and hung up my jacket. The light was flicked off and I hopped into bed with satisfaction overtaking all my muscles.

Everything was peaceful until my mind suddenly grew cloudy. Holding my head, I waited for the fog to clear until I heard a voice.

Aries.

'I need you. We need you. come home Xaiv.'

Then suddenly it was silent again as if it never happened. I held my breath at hearing his voice, the one thing I'd tried to forget the last month.

I began thinking of the possibilities as to why he'd contact me. Maybe he was in danger or the pack was. But if that was the case then why contact me and not neighbouring packs or my parents. Anxiety overwhelmed me at the possibility of my mate being hurt.

"Oh for fucks sake!" I cried out as I frustratedly ripped the covers off my body and packed my bag.

I guess it was time to finally go home.