Chapter 39 Training 2
Chapter 39: Training 2
Milo pov
“What’s this for?” I could stop myself from asking.
He grumbled as if he wouldn’t answer, but at long last talked. “Training protocol. You wear the mask until I tell you to remove it.”
I blinked, questions swarmed through my head, but James looked like he would explode from irritation. I swallowed my questions while putting the mask on. It fitted perfectly, slightly obscuring my vision, but that was it.
“Come,” he ordered, already turning to leave. “And keep up.”
I followed, forcing my shaky limps to corporate, and soon, I was walking beside him through the long winding stone corridors of the palace.
I held the mask tighter, almost grateful for it. This was the first time coming out in public after the public disgrace. And I wouldn't want anyone to recognize me. Every omega, beta, and warrior we passed lowered their heads in respect to James. Not one dared speak to him or even look him directly in the eyes. Just like his alpha, he was also a force to be reckoned with. I made not of this fact for future purposes.
“W…everyone is master?” I finally asked the question that has been burning inside me since he left.
James didn’t stop, “None of your business.” His tone was harsh and final.
The deeper we went into the pack, the more I realized this wasn’t just some ordinary pack of wolves…it was a damn city.
I barely had time to breathe it in when hushed voices caught my ear.
Two younger wolves from their uniforms were headed for training, and whispering about something
“…still can’t believe it. An abomination like that shouldn’t be allowed in our pack. It tore through Zarik like paper…”
“Shh! Don’t let them hear you. If not, you will end up not in the dungeons next?” the other voice warned.
“But how can something powerful and dangerous even exist like that? Did you see the destruction it caused just by a mere roar? The whole guards were frozen in shock. I swear its eyes weren’t even…”
James suddenly snarled at them, disrupting their talks.
“Back to your units! Now!”
They scrambled, nearly tripping over themselves as they disappeared down the road before I could blink.
What the hell?
I scrunched my face beneath the mask. I felt something was fishy here.
“What were they talking about?” I asked quietly, stepping beside him.
He didn’t meet my eyes. He just kept on walking.
“The Arena…,” he muttered, not willing to say any further.
“What happened in the arena?” I was now very curious and interested.
“You will know when the time comes. That's if you are lucky to survive till then.”
I was taken aback by his answer, and my brows narrowed. James finally stopped, and I almost collided at his back. I caught myself just in time before I froze again, but this time in shock and awe.
The training yard sprawled out before me like a mountain. It was easily five times the size of my father's entire pack’s training fields put together. It was neatly divided into sections, with small wooden arenas for sparing and sand pits, and then the field was in the center. That was where most people were gathered.
Wolves of all sizes were in groups. They looked so young and innocent. But in their eyes. There was nothing like innocence. It was filled with dark, dangerous lights like those that have gone through hellfire and come back. And judging from ruthlessness and the thirst for blood on their faces, I wouldn't be surprised they had actually gone.
Some were locked on combat training, while their supervisors observed, their hands scrambling furiously in their notes pads.
But something was wrong, i couldn't explain it, but it felt like there was a hidden tension among everyone I have seen in the pack. As if they were scared of something that happened when I was out or something else. But I chose not to look into it.
Maybe it was just me being paranoid. But almost everyone was discussing what happened in the arena.
“What the hell happened in the fucking arena?” I asked my wolf, but no response.
Whether it was hushed sounds, or whispering. I could hear every one of them. But everything died immediately after we entered.
The entire training plaza fell into a choking silence.
They parted ways like the sea, to allow James to pass. The pressure from the stares of hundreds of warriors bared down on my shoulders, but I managed to stick to James without fumbling. I was still adjusting to the noise and activity when a group of nearby wolves caught my attention. Their aura was sharper than the others and they were all on black cloaks. They continued to give me strange wicked looks.
My eyes locked with the one in the middle that looked like their leader, and immediately I felt my heart skip a beat. My head exploded in blinding pain.
The pain was so intense, like someone was trying to pry its way to my head. But as soon the pain came , it disappeared like it had never come.
I looked at the group again, but this time, with weary eyes. I locked eyes with the one in the middle who continued to stare at me with his hawk eyes. He is slim and the taller one in his group of four. His mouth carved into an evil smirk.
I shuddered uncontrollably. I suddenly felt like I was being stared by a dangerous lethal blade. Like I was a prey, while he was a predator.
Warning bells rang in my ears, and I immediately averted my eyes. I made a mental note to steer clear from the group of four with their psycho leader.
We continued moving deeper into the building into a quieter hall than the bustling square. displays of different pack sigils lined up the corridors like trophies.
My heart clenched at the thought of my packs, sigil being among the trophies that might line up here in the nearest future.
The thought made me sick to my bones.
“...You’re new and a little fragile. You’ll be placed in one of the combat divisions. We have five main units...”James stopped to face me. “You are distracted.”
“I…I am just wondering”
“... Listen Milo, this is a jungle, and inside the jungle, the string devours the weak. No matter how your master would want to keep you safe, holed up in his chamber. If you don't learn how to tough up and face it head on, then not only your life but even your family life will be at stake here.”
Dangerous silence descended, my stomach twisted, but I held on, nodding my head.
“This is the central combat unit facility,” James went on, like he had not just threatened my entire pack. “Each trainee is sorted based on their skillset, which are speed, strength, stealth, and inbuilt talent. We don’t accept weaknesses here. Either you evolve… or you get torn apart by the outside world.”
I shivered. The outside world? I wondered in confusion.
When I was still in my fathers pack, I overheard in one of their top meetings talking about a ruthless and powerful enemy of theirs, alpha Damon, and how he is a big threat to the entire werewolf world.
But now, what I am hearing is completely different from what I have known.
But he didn’t give me the chance to ask him, He pointed towards the different banners on the wall. “The Sword Unit: they're the biggest and known strongest unit in the pack. They’re the front-liners in every battle.”
“The Shield Unit: they use shields to fight, but I will warn you don't underestimate any of them. They are called the guardians of the pack. And are defensive combatants.
“The Arms Unit: fairly new units, Specialists with heavy weaponry, axes, flails, hammers. And riffles, which are not popular here.”
“Why are they not popular?” I asked because in my pack, those that use guns to fight were considered top personnel and are worshiped like god.
“What makes you a great warrior is not by relying on outside factors to fight for you. That's the difference between the so-called righteous wolves and us,”
I swallowed hard.
“As I was saying, we have the Arrow Unit: they are our long-range fighters, archers, and scouts. They usually have keen exceptional sight and precision.”
“all the units are being led by a commander of the pack. He paused, “Any questions?”
“I thought you said it's five units”
“Yes, but the last one is a special type of force. And not always included in the list of units… They are the Shadow Unit.”