Chapter 82 CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO
EMILY’S POV
I sighed out deeply as I held Kathleen, rubbing her back to soothe her.
While Roman was currently crouched down, trying to get Andrew who had shifted way way earlier than expected to come out from under the bed he was currently hiding.
We had woken up one faithful day, and instead of our little babies, two pups had been inside their crib, sleeping.
I can vividly remember how confused I was, trying to process what I was seeing.
Quickly, the relief had set in. Their birth had been different, and deep down, I had this fear of them not getting their wolf or something.
Now though, I could bury that thought aside.
It’s been a week now and my God…, I was exhausted.
Kathleen and Andrew were faster, and had quickly adapted to the change more than expected. And as much as I appreciated it, I had this fear of them really being true alphas.
Roman sighed out, quickly changing to his wolf. We had learnt that this way was better in communicating with them.
Chiara, on the other hand, was honestly loving it.
Loud knocking on our bedroom door made me sigh out loudly, gently dropping down Kathleen in her crib, before turning to face Roman who was changed back now, Andrew successfully cradled in his arms.
“Come on, stop making that face,” he told me, smiling tiredly. “It’s for your own good, you and Chaira need to be in sync with your body.”
“Are you going to be ok?” I asked him worriedly. Roman was up with every little sound or cry from the twins, and I appreciated him for that, but he also needed rest.
“I could cancel for today so you rest, then start tomorrow,” I offered.
“Emily, go. I got everything under control.” Roman told me, nodding his head towards the door where Castor probably stood, pissed off no doubt.
Anthony had suggested it, but Castor had taken the responsibility. Apparently I needed to learn how to fight in my wolf form, which by the way was very important and necessary.
I kissed Roman briefly, before opening the door, grimacing at the sour look Castor threw my way.
I followed him as he led me through the cave, gasping in amazement as we came out to an open field.
I gotta say, Anthony really hit goldmine with this cave.
Castor went over basic rules and what not, before positioning himself.
“Ok are you ready?” I asked Chaira.
“Sure, I have been caged for far too long, this is going to be fun.”
The change to my wolf wasn’t painful, my body was already used to it.
And unlike before, I was totally in control with Chaira.
I glanced at the grey huge wolf in front of me, tingles going down my spine in excitement.
Castor howled out loudly, barring his canines at me.
Meanwhile, Anthony and some of the pack members were gathered at the far end, no doubt to watch the training.
The grey wolf circled me, while I did the same, wondering on the best way to attack.
The wolf jumped forward, nipping at my back leg. I yelped, jumping forward.
“You need to relax,” Chaira growled out loudly.
“I am trying,” I whispered, eyeing Castor's wolf.
I snarled out at him, jumping forward and with a speed I can’t describe, clamp down hard, on the side of his stomach.
The grey wolf, howled out, managing to somehow fling me from his body.
I fall back, holding my stance, before facing him again.
I could see the blood trickling from his side, but I also knew he would heal, and knowing Castor, he wouldn’t stop. Instead, I just made him angrier.
And just as I expected, Castor threw attacks after attacks on me.
I tried my best, even somehow managing to hold my own.
“You were right, this is fun,” I yelled out to Chaira, letting the excitement wash over me.
In my distraction, Castor used that opportunity to clamp down hard on my neck, drawing a loud painful whine from me.
“Castor stop it now..,” Anthony’s angry voice screams out, as he rushes towards me.
Castor quickly let go of my neck, changing back to his human form.
“Shit, Emily, are you alright?” He asked, leaning over me, his hands on my neck.
I changed back also, panting as blood pumped out of my neck.
Fuck.., why did it have to be Castor who could barely contain his anger. Out of everyone, why was he the one to teach me how to fight?
Anthony bent over me, shifting Castor's hands away as he accessed the damage.
He sighed out in relief, glaring at Castor. “You are damn lucky she heals fast,” he mutters out.
“Damm it, Castor, what were you thinking?” Anthony asked, still holding my neck in his hands.
I cleared my throat, wincing as I tried to stand up.
“Hey.., hey. Lie down, your wounds aren't fully healed yet.” Anthony mumbles out gently to me.
“I don’t know, I forgot who I was fighting with for a moment. Honestly, I expected her to dodge.” Castor says with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
I looked at him, raising my eyebrows slightly. he didn’t sound remorseful, but then again, Castor didn’t exactly wear his heart on a sleeve.
“That’s enough training for today, and from now on, you train with me,” Anthony says, looking pointedly at Castor.
“I think it’s best,” Castor mumbles out. “I am going for a run,” he says, changing into his wolf, before running off.
Anthony helps me from the ground, checking my neck. That healed really fast he murmurs in astonishment, running his hands on my neck.
I shifted away, before clearing my throat. “It’s not all Castor’s fault, you know. I also wasn’t paying enough attention.”
“Still, he should know better,” Anthony says stubbornly.
“Can we keep this between us,” I say gently. “Roman already has enough on his hands, I don’t want him worrying about me.”
Anthony nodded, before asking one of the onlookers to escort me back to my room.