Devious Training

For the next six months, I prepare myself for absolute hell. At first it seemed like pure torture, but I put my mind and determination into it. For the first month, I was sent to the national training camp for werewolves. As much as I hate to admit it, I've never taken such type of training in my whole life, because I thought that wasn't necessary since we're a prestigious family. My family didn't oppose much when I said I would be gone for months, only Albera expressed her worries and told me to be careful.

At the training camp, we have to spend our every moment by following a schedule, in order to achieve perseverance, discipline and patience. People here are also trained to do meditation, which helps to discover the soul and control their emotions which are very significant. I kept being fed with new things and techniques and tried my best to do things right.

A sudden burst of gas hit my senses, making me cough vigorously as I was distracted. Wolverine gas attacks aren't completely new in the camp, at first I was startled, but later I got used to eat. Gas made from wolverine tress and flowers, are often used to attack enemies from a long range, which are mostly done by deserters.

All of us present in the camp quickly take our wolf form, howling in unison. The entrance of the gas was from the north gate of the camp and we step ahead towards that area according to our fight plan. This gas messes up our nervous system pretty bad, but due to training and antitodes, it can't harm us much, basically we become immune to poison stuff.

I look at the back as one of my fellow wolves nudge me, using telepathy to communicate.

"It's a large group. Be careful, they might have more stuff with them."

I shake my head in response, honestly I don't get why they try to attack us trainees. Their beef and conflict is with the leaders of their packs, not us common fellas.

Luckily we are able to be chase them out, the head of the trainers played a big role. She identified the wolf who was with their attack weapons and made him estranged from their group. We try to not harm the deserters any way physically or others, but we do report them to the authorities warning them. The deserters are said to have a very fine and prefect leader, but some of them get away doing misdeed.

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I sigh after lying on the bunk at night, can't help but think of Nyx, wondering what she's doing right now. She has completely mesmerised me, and honestly I miss her presence. I become impatient sometimes to improve my training as far as I can, worry about her. She's an Alphaess, young and deserving mates won't be hard to find around her. It's not that I doubt her, but sometimes women minds can be very complex. I have known her for little and already fell for her, who knows if someone else wins her attention, I'd be helpless then.

I walk to the little desk and grab a pen and a piece of parchment, to write a letter to her. I have been writing every week, trying not to seem like a desperate lover. She replies back to me despite her heavy duties, and my happiness knows no bounds when I read her letters, take in her beautiful scent from the papers and admire her handwriting. Although she said there might be a big war at Blood Moon pack, carried by some forgotten Alphas. I became worried for some moments, but their pack has one of the most powerful warrior packs in the whole kingdom, they should be able to take care of that conflict.

I feel smiling to myself when I finish writing, sealing it with gala carefully. Maybe it's childish for me, but I don't hesitate to slip in some of scent and hair along with the letter.

"Got a love bird, huh?" I jump from my seat when I hear a voice behind them, it's Jared, the friend who warned me about the deserters in morning.

I quickly hide the letter and chuckle, "It's none of your business, dear friend."

"Alas, everyone ignores me since I don't have any woman in my life," he pretends to be sad, leaning against the upper bunk. "While you're longing for your lover, everyone is getting stoned in the dining hall. You sure you don't wanna join?"

"I'm not interested in drugs," I shake my head, even though it seems to be a tradition here, drinking and getting high every chance they find.

"I see. But for myself, I think I should get ready for a near war."

"A war? Where?"

"In my pack. I'm from the Blood Moon, you see," Jared takes off his shirt, displaying a huge red moon tattoo in his demonic back. "Suffered a year for this baby, but it was worth it. I do think the current Alphaess is worthy for the throne, but she's too young. An attack from the former Alphas might be too much, even with all the ritual stuff she pulled last time."

I sweat nervously, feeling worried. "So you're going back to your pack?"

"I have to, since this isn't just rumors. I'm with the warrior pack, so I have to go no matter what," he chuckles and shows of his bulky muscles. "Anyway, get rest for now. We gotta get up for the mountain hunt in a few hours."

I hold the letter in my palm, feeling unsure what to do. Sending this letter to her now will only distract her from her problems, which might not be a good thing. She needs genuine support right now, it's not like she can trust the people fully around her. My training here is nowhere near being finished and I'm not even sure if I can a great help to her. But my heart aches for her. I can be at least emotional support for her and try to protect her from dangers just like I promised.

I have to do this.

Because I love her.