My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

It’s just like the first day met her all over again. She is a force and I love it. She grabs my arm and drags me along to her table of friends, Wyatt following, a little bewildered, in her wake. We eat lunch and she asks me a thousand questions about living at the training compound. Her friends keep sneaking glances at Wyatt and he is eating up the attention.

The rest of my day is the same. Nothing exciting. I get everything need to get caught up with the rest of the kids in my classes, which thankfully is only a month’s worth of work and I don’t have to do any of the projects. It should take me a week.

Wyatt and arrive back to the bunk house around 6. I made sure I had everything needed to get started on all my assignments and checked in with Theresa to get any books she thought might not be here at the bunkhouse, since high school students don’t normally participate in warrior training. Unfortunately that’s where my good day ended. AS soon as we walked in the front door Audrina was in my face and livid.

“Where the hell do you get off, not showing up for your mandatory training? If you can’t handle being here, fetus, maybe you should take your sorry ass back to whatever pathetic pack you came from.”

For a moment just stood there. What was she talking about? I don’t have training today. Before I could say anything, Wyatt spoke up for me. “Back off, it’s her first day, she barely has her schedule read, let alone memorized.”

warrior training now and should act like a responsible warrior, not the spoiled little child she is.” She doesn’t even look at him when she is speaking, she only has daggered eyes for me. I can actually feel

to speak again, but I put my hand up to stop him. She can be angry and petty with whatever issue she has with

that, your problem. Get over yourself. I have direct orders, that come from above you, and I won’t allow you or anyone else to fick with that do you hear me? You don’t have to like me or even be nice to me, but you try and f*ck with my schedule again and we will have real problems.” hissed. I take a step forward and get into her space. She doesn’t back down, but I see the hesitation. cross her green eyes. “You want me at a training? Inform me, and not after the fact or at the last minute. You want me to be responsible for my own wake up call, just let me

me, I have homework to get through before dinner.” I cross my arms and

a fresh start,

what your orders are, you are to report to training every morning at 5 am and evening

to sound

end this stupid power trip conversation. We can have a

to get started on my