Reopened Scars chapter-10 Beginning Secession

Beginning Secession

“timber wake up. We are here. Go get a shower you reek of that mutt.” Jackal says

“thanks. And I only reek to you I happen to like the way Gerard smells.”

“well here’s your cabin. You have about an hour. Get a shower, get changed and meet us at the lake.”

“fine.”

About an hour later Timber comes out in her workout clothes.

“okay timber time for your first fight. Take position.” jackal demands.

So they begin to fight and well so far it looks like timber has the upper hand. The fight lasts for about an hour.

“okay damage report.” fang says.

“3 broke fingers, maybe fractured shoulder.” says jackal

“fractured collarbone.”

“that’s it?!” fang says

“yeah.”

“yeah timber how did you get to be like steel?”

“I don’t know all I know is that I’m turning 18 soon. And I know that young wolves are strongest when they turn 18.”

“that’s it.”

“well here is your next opponent Victor.”

Victor was about 6’2” and was about 209 pure muscle. Dark skin, steel eyes. He looked like he could move a mountain.

“you have to be kidding.”

“you afraid to break a sweat princess?”

“no. I was expecting more.”

“well let’s just fight and make wise cracks later.”

“let’s go.”

Well at first Victor was winning. Then Timber stopped playing around and started concentrating letting her instincts take over. She began to throw punches left and right. She was getting the upper hand. Then Victor started laughing. He began to get more in to the fight and fight as if it was a real fight and not practice. The fight went on like this for at least 2 hours. Then it was over.

“okay damage report.” Fang said

“both of my fist are broken and bloody, I have fractured my right foot, my upper arm is fractured and my nose is broken also. And tons of bruises.” Timber reports

“well that’s a lot in one fight, any pain?”

“none.”

“NONE?!” Victor replies astonished

“none.”

“well Victor damage report.” Jackal says

“broken jaw, left foot is twisted, left arm is broken, my nose is bleeding but I doubt that It’s broken. And defiantly bruises. I’m surprised. I’ve never been better matched at a fight.”

“is there any pain?”

“minimal”

“okay go ice your fists over. Timber go help. And get some ice for your nose.” fang says

“well princess, you fight really well.”

“humph. Best in my region.”

“really.”

“yeah I fight every year in those underground fights I’m surprised that I’ve haven’t seen you.”

“I come from the north west region.”

“oh so you’re stationary.”

“yeah. So I take it that you’re not?”

“hell no I’m not I’ve just been about everywhere even Alaska.”

“so where do you call home?”

“New Jersey. I just moved in with my boyfriend.”

“how long have you and your boyfriend been living together?”

“about two days.”

“wow just moved in.”

“yeah.”

“so which one is he? Fang or Jackal?”

“you have to be kidding right? Fang and Jackal?”

“well okay that was awkward.”

“well who trained you?”

“oh…um…well I’ve been trained to fight since I was 9.”

“nine. wow. So you’ve had I little more experience than me and you still couldn’t beat me. So that means I’m really good then.”

“don’t go getting a fat head. Timber…how is it that you aren’t in any pain. I mean…you’re roughed up pretty bad…how do you do it.”

Timber sunders at the question. She sees herself going through those intense trains for all those years all over again.

“I can’t feel pain.”

“I know that I want to know how.”

“I mean…I can’t…because that’s a sign of weakness…with my training…I can’t feel pain, or at least allow myself to admit that I’m in pain. Selene thinks that if you allow yourself to recognize the pain, then you will begin to give up so that you can end it. And every time I showed my pain I was punished, starved, but through even more training. So like I said I can’t feel pain. To tell the truth to you right now, I’m in immense pain. And my vision in extremely blurred.”

“here let me carry you then back to your cabin it’s the least I can do.”

“no. I can’t.”

Just then he scoops her up bridal style and she decides to stop fighting him and just let him carry her. It was a long walk anyway. As she lies there her nostrils fill with the strong, bloody, sweaty, musky, yet sweet smell of victor. She drifts off to sleep. They arrive at the cabin. He sets her on the bed and grabs a warm wash cloth and begins to clean her cuts. She stirs.

“hey sleepy head.” a strong velvet voice coos.

“hey you still here?”

“yes.”

“why.”

“you never told me to leave.”

“I didn’t know you needed my permission.”

“well yeah. You are the princess wolf.”

“what are you saying?”

“you are THE alpha female. You have sonority so to speak. Your bloodline is amazing.”

“UHH! Again with my ‘amazing’ dead parents! I hate them for this curse!! I mean I can’t even have a normal relationship any more.”

“well…”

“you can leave. I need to think.”

“as you wish.”