Ambrose carried Madison into his room upstairs and laid her down gently onto the bed. Her face was red like a tomato, most likely from the alcohol... was what Ambrose told himself. Her eyelashes fluttered in a cute manner and she constantly stole glances at him.
Ambrose wasn't completely oblivious to her true feelings towards him, but she never acted on them and neither did he. They were both afraid of the nature of their relationship changing forever. After all, they were each other's oldest friends.
Ambrose subtly used his Wolf Aura to close up the wound and then fetched a wet towel to clean the blood and a bandage from the medical kit in the bathroom to wrap the injury up.
"Thank you..." Madison said in a low, almost inaudible voice.
Ambrose was stunned for a moment before saying plainly; "It's fine."
Madison bit her lip as she felt frustration because of his boring response. Before she could say anything else, Ambrose said; "You called your father to pick you up, correct? He should be here soon."
Ambrose began to walk out of the room before Madison voiced out; "Wait."
"What?" Ambrose said as he turned around, but what greeted him was not what he expected.
Something soft and moist pressed against his lips as his eyes widened in shock. Madison had kissed him out of the blue. Not knowing what to do, Ambrose was frozen in place as Madison locked her lips with his for 5 seconds.
Finally snapping out of his reverie, Ambrose finally pushed her away from him.
"What are you doing, Madison?!" Ambrose glared at her with fierce eyes.
"I-I'm sorry." Tears welled up in her eyes as she ran out of the room.
SIGH!
Ambrose sighed to himself as he realized how harsh his words were. He spread out his senses, trying to find Madison so he could apologize but she was already in her father's car. Ambrose was somewhat amazed at how quickly she left the mansion.
'I'll talk to her tomorrow.' He said to himself.
Ambrose looked out the window, only to see Brett kicking the last stragglers out. Finally, the property had returned to it's quiet state. At least for now.
Sensing something, Brett looked up only to see Ambrose's intimidating silhouette in one of the second floor windows. He rolled his eyes and looked at the last partygoer and said; "Hey! Get the hell out of here!"
Now, there were only 4 living and breathing existences on the property. Three Werewolves and a wolf pup. Brett was about to step back inside when he heard a sound right behind him. He quickly turned around and transformed his arms.
"Good, but not quick enough." Brett heard a familiar voice as Ambrose stepped out of the shadows.
"Follow me." Ambrose said as he turned into a blur and went into the small forest behind the property. Brett followed closely behind him.
It was pitch black when they finally stopped, but that was not an issue for the two Werewolves.
Ambrose's eyes started glowing and he said; "I didn't really get a chance to train you, so training starts now. Transform."
Ambrose did not wait up for Brett as he used his full Werewolf transformation.
"Shit!" Brett also transformed, albeit not as quickly.
"Now... Come at me with everything you've got. There is no correct fighting style in your Werewolf form. It's all about trusting your instincts and creating your own unique style." Ambrose said in his gruff Werewolf voice.
Brett said no more and dashed straight at Ambrose. He swiped with his right arm, which Ambrose easily dodged and followed it up with a kick which was dodged once more.
"Too predictable." Ambrose vanished and reappeared behind Brett, he then punched Brett on his lower back. Sending him flying.
"AHH!" Brett got the wind knocked out of him as he struggled to get up from the ground.
'So strong!' Brett thought, Ambrose clearly had a massive physical advantage, and he was not even using Wolf Aura.
"You're resilient, but it's not good enough. Do you think that New York Vampire will stop just because I killed his little soldier? They will keep coming in waves until they destroy us." Ambrose said, his enigmatic voice echoed throughout the forest.
"I know." Brett said as he got back onto his feet.
"I'm going to have to push you to the limit if you want to get trained up. Are you willing to go through hell for me... for the pack?" Ambrose said with a serious voice.
"I am!" Brett practically yelled.
"Good."
The sounds of carnage and destruction rang out from the forest, sometimes followed by the pitiful sounds of a wailing Beta.
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It was the next morning and Ambrose was making breakfast for the pup. He cooked some pork and chopped it up into easily chewable bits. He also added some vegetables after seeing the pup eyeing them with greed.
BOOM!
BANG!
Ambrose heard the sound of someone falling down the stairs, only it was someone he knew couldn't be defeated by mere stairs.
"Ughh." Brett let out as he limped his way into the kitchen.
"Having a tough time there?" Ambrose said sarcastically.
Brett shot him a glare before saying; "I didn't know Werewolves could feel sore."
"That's what happens when you push yourself to the edge." Ambrose said casually, and then followed up; "Have you checked on our house guest?"
"Yeah, he's still sleeping. I hope nobody called the cops because he didn't go back home last night." Brett said as he peered out the window.
"Well, it's almost 9 A.M. and there are no cops at the door. So we can be safe to assume no one has noticed."
"AHHH! IV'E BEEN KIDNAPPED! HELP! HELP!" They suddenly heard a scream so loud that they had to cover their ears.
"Jesus!" Brett yelled as veins popped on his head and neck.
He sprinted upstairs with a furious expression, completely forgetting his soreness. Ambrose also went up to see the newly awakened Werewolf.
They both got to the room before unlocking the door only to find the little freshman squirming, trying to wiggle his way out of the tightly bound chains.
When Simon saw his two 'kidnappers' walk into the room he opened his mouth again; "YOU SHITHEADS! LET ME OUT SO I CAN BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! HELP! KIDNAPPERS!"
Ambrose and Brett stared at each other with deadpanned faces as they heard the mouth on this kid.