"I think you find joy in seeing me bleed."
"Your partially correct," I tell Alaric with a smug look on my face. "But, if you had listened to me the first time, you wouldn't be nursing that cut across your hand. I told you I'd punish you for not following orders and you still didn't follow my orders, so you must be a masochist."
"Then you must be a fucking sadist because you seem to love slicing people up," Alaric groaned out, looking at the other cut across his torso.
Don't worry. It'll heal.
"It's an art form. Now do what I said." Alaric got up from the grassy forest floor and brushed himself off. He picked up the silver Katana that I knocked out of his hand and went back into a fighting stance that I taught him.
I got ready too, holding my red katana. I call her Dragon's Blood.
"Come at me bro," I told Alaric and he raced towards me like an idiot. He tried to slice at my head, but I swiftly ducked and elbowed him in his back, making him tumble to the ground. I place Dragon's Blood at his neck and he freezes in place, dropping Silver Scott, the silver katana he held, in surrender.
"You can't just run into battle like a chicken, idiot and you look like more of a wuss when you surrender. Never surrender, until you have no other choice. You had many options. You could have swept me under the legs or knock my sword out of my hand with yours."
"Anne, its six in the morning. My brain is not at functioning capacity yet and I haven't even eaten breakfast yet." I help him off the ground and take Silver Scott from him.
"Fine, I'm switching the lesson for today then." I attached both of the katana's onto my back and grab Alaric's arm, leading him back into the house.
"Where are we going? I was just going to go back to sleep and wake up when everyone finished eating."
"That isn't necessary. We're going to eat breakfast now." Alaric paused in the hallway.
"I don't know if you know this Anne, but I'm not exactly liked." He said it in a joking manner, but I could here the pain behind it.
"Alaric, I want you to hear this and I'll only say it once. I don't give a fuck about who does or doesn't like you and neither should you. If you keep thinking about who likes you and you just wait in your room like a dummy until everyone leaves, then you'll never truly live or be happy. If they want to leave when you walk through that door, then let them leave, but it's their fucking life and their fucking choices. The only way you earn respect is by making them respect you, but in the correct way. You go in head first and you don't back down."
Alaric was frozen still and I took it as my cue to open the door to the kitchen and drag him in. It was just as crowded as yesterday. When everyone set eyes on Alaric, it got dead silent.
And in the next seconds there were loud whispers and some people started walking to the exit. I walked to block the door and came face to face with a brown-eyed women.
"Sit," I told her. It got quiet in the kitchen again and I could see Alaric's eyes widen from beside me.
"I thought you said they could leave if they wanted," Alaric claimed, panicking and whispering in my ear. It really didn't matter if he whispered. They all had supernatural hearing.
"I changed my mind," I stated to him slowly.
"You hold no authority over anyone here. Who do you think you are," I heard for the second time since I've lived here. I walked up closer to her, towering over her small body.
"Be careful. The last wolf that asked me who I thought I was ended up not walking for a while. I was just suggesting that you sat back down and continued eating your beautiful breakfast. There's no need for it to go to waste."
It was like she was challenging me in a staring contest to see if I would get intimidated by her and back down, but when I want my way, I get it. She backs up from me and goes back to take her seat, everyone following her lead.
I look back up at Alaric and give him a quick smile, skipping over to the food that was left.
"I haven't eaten food made by the pack in a while. Can't remember when was the last time." They went back to talking about whatever and Alaric and I walked over to the crew.
You see. It's not that hard to just sit and eat in the same room as someone you hate. I'd like to know why they hate him though.
Chris was sitting on Don's lap, while he seemed to be sniffing the hell out of her hair and Hanna was doing a silent clap, praising my performance while Jaisley was eating her food.
"That was quite something," Chris said as we sat down.
"Whatever it was, it was long overdue," Don surprisingly said nicely.
"Alot is about to change around here," I tell them, digging in and loving the excitement in their eyes.