Chapter Two

When the final bell rang at three o'clock, I walked toward the parking lot. My eyes immediately scanning for Dylan or Reed, the Alpha and Beta properties were practically besides each other so we would share rides.

Neither of them had any extracurricular activities after school today which meant I caught a ride with them this morning instead of going in my own vehicle.

They stood beside Reed's black Dodge Charger, Dylan leaning against it as they spoke to the Third in Command's twin daughters.

I approached them, quickly walking towards Dylan's side, and giving the twins a small smile which they returned. The twins had newly shifted, their wolves present within their eyes.

Both Charlotte and Ella had not yet gained full control of their wolves, having newly shifted they were still in practice.

Their older brother and our future Third in Command River had taken the next three weeks off school to follow through with his own training.

"Ready to go?" Reed questioned once the twins said their goodbyes. I nodded at him and we all got into the car, I sat in the back, pulling my seatbelt around me as Reed raced out of the school's parking lot and down the road.

Our high school was located inside our territory and only a 15-minute drive from the pack house. The pack house mainly consisted of newly mated wolves, our pack infirmary and the Alpha's spare office.

It didn't take long for Reed to pull up outside the Beta's house, the house I called home.

Both Dylan and I piled out of the car and headed towards the front door. We climbed the short steps, the mansion towering over us, the white walls reflecting nicely on the black windows.

We walked straight into the house, Dylan informing me that he was going to see his dad in the office.

I decided to walk into the kitchen, knowing Grace would be in the middle of cooking dinner.

Grace smiled widely at me as I entered the kitchen, manoeuvring myself to the counter stool as she grabbed seasoning from the cupboards, sprinkling it on generously to the spaghetti bolognese that she had cooking on the stove.

"How was school sweetheart?" Grace asked as she walked to the kitchen sink, washing her hand, the soap bubbling up lavishly before it disappeared under the warm water.

I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes meeting hers. "Schools, school," I began, my words making her laugh. "It wasn't the worst, I have a math exam next week which I need to study for, but other than that, I'm fully caught up with work."

"School was never my favourite, but you're senior year now and its nearly over. I know we spoke briefly about it before, but have you thought about whether you wanted to go college or do full time warrior duties?"

I sighed, my facial expression showing my uncertainty. I hadn't yet decided what I wanted to do; I was still indecisive. "I'm conflicted still, I would like to go to college and have the experience, but I also want to follow my father's footsteps."

Grace now stood opposite me on the other side of the counter, her hands reaching out to grab mine which I gripped just as hard. "You haven't got too long to decide, I understand it's not an easy choice but both Julian and I will be with you, whatever you choose to do."

"Thanks Grace." I appreciated Grace and Julian more than words could ever express. I stood up, walking around the counter and gave her a hug which she instantly returned.

"Let's serve dinner, shall we. Would you help set the table for me?" She requested as she pulled back from the hug, giving me a smile before ushering me into the dining room.

After setting up the table both Dylan and Julian appeared, Julian giving me a huge smile and questioning me about my day at school.

We all sat there talking and eating, discussing our days and what our plans were for the weekend. Dylan, Reed, Chase, Chloe, and I were going to the mall tomorrow since it was Saturday.

"You both have training on Sunday, don't forget especially since you both have next weekend off as Reed mentioned you were both going to Gabriel's birthday celebrations." Julian's tone was serious when he mentioned training, he was a very serious man when it came to pack business and our combat training.

Dylan and I both nodded, I hadn't confirmed whether I was going to go to the party, but I didn't fancy doing combat training either.

"It's only for five hours, so hopefully it's not too painful." Julian laughed, pleasantly entertained as we all knew we were having training with Alpha Jaxon.

The thought of training with our Alpha had my muscles tightening and seizing up. Already able to feel the immense ache and pains that would be occupying my entire body the following week.

His training sessions were tough and brutal. He would push you past your limit, to test your full potential.

"You both look tired, why don't you both go up to bed and I'll clear away tonight." Grace said, staring at Dylan and me.

After thanking Grace for the meal, I headed up stairs to my bedroom, it was opposite Dylan's.

He decided to go back to the office with Julian, he had paperwork he needed to fill out to do with the pack house and wanted to complete it before going to bed.

I threw myself on my bed, I laid there for a few moments before deciding to have a quick shower before bed, knowing I would feel better once I was curled up and comfortable.

Moving into my bathroom, I stripped off my dirty clothes before jumping into the shower. Washing my blonde hair in the process before getting out and drying myself down with a towel.

I brushed my teeth, then walked into my bedroom, grabbing a pair of shorts and a top before crawling into bed and under my comforter. The warmth immediately making me yawn, my exhaustion catching up to me as I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to my alarm blaring loudly in my ear, my arm flinging in the direction of the noise, my hands smacking the snooze button before I turned around, tucking my head back into the warmth that surrounded me. Drifting straight back into my deep sleep.

Within what felt like twenty minutes, Dylan was banging on my bedroom door before he entered, jumping on top of my bed as I tried to push him off.

I scowled at him, unamused and still tired, wanting to get another hour or two sleep.

"You've slept for about 14 hours. Surely you don't need more sleep?" I nodded my head at his question, rolling onto my side facing away from him as I pulled my comforter up, tucking it beneath my chin as I attempted to get more sleep.

Dylan's loud laugh entered my hearing as he yanked the comforter back, his aggravating smile bothering me at this time in the morning. "It's 11 o'clock, they can wait an hour." I whined.

"Lara, it's 2 o'clock."

"Oh no." His comment had me darting up, I didn't want to be responsible for ruining everyone's day or plans. I immediately stood up, rushing towards my wardrobe and grabbing a pair of jeans, a pink casual top and my underwear.

Dylan laid casually on top of my bed, turning on my television as I hurried to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, showering, and throwing on the clothes I had picked.

"I'm ready," I stated as I walked out only to find Dylan smirking at me. I narrowed my eyes on him, my brain acknowledging exactly what he had done, the reason why he was smirking at me. "It's not 2 o'clock, is it?"

Dylan's smirk seemed to grow, his eyes shining as an amused glint appeared in his eyes. His dimples becoming more prominent as I glared angrily at him. "No, we have loads of time. It's only half 9."

"Dylan," I screamed making him chuckle more, while agitating me more. "You're such a jerk!" I shouted before grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it.