His Warrior Mate [On Hold]

Chapter 6

It was hot. My choice to have training today was absolutely ridiculous, but I ordered everyone to bring a lot of water and come anyway. We couldn't put this off any longer, if anything we had to get moving faster to make up all the time we had missed. The humans weren't going to wait for us to train, so we needed to get going.

The pack was sitting before me in the grass, following my stretches to warm up. All we were doing was a hardcore version of yoga, but already some people were sweating. I couldn't blame them, I was in a sports bra, yoga shorts, and my hair was in a ponytail but it was still as hot as hell.

And yes, I have been there before.

I really didn't mind the heat, because I could change my body's head to keep myself comfortable, but I refused to use it unless it was needed. Suffering through the heat would make us stronger in the long run, and since that was our goal anyways I considered it a good thing.

"Alright everyone, enough stretches! Groups two and three, the people with little to no experience, go run three laps around the entire territory in human form. You have an hour. Group one, you're working with me."

There were quite a few groans, but everyone got up and began jogging anyway. I felt bad, but this was part of life if they wanted to survive it. Turning away from group two and three, I turned to group one with a grin.

"So, who's ready to have a little fun?"

Only a few raised their hands hesitantly. I chuckled, laughing at their terrified expressions. "We're going to be doing one on one sparring, just to get a sense on who's where. You two," I pointed at two guys in their mid-thirties, "you're going to be sparring first. Get a drink of water then get ready."

They did as I told and got a long sip of water, then stood facing each other on the grass. The rest of the men and I sat to one side, watching intently. "Watch their strategies and how they work to defeat their opponent," I said to the ones sitting, and I told the ones standing, "Use you're opponent's weaknesses to your advantage. Don't rush headlong into battle or you'll end up dead."

"Here's how this'll work. As of now, this is a competition. Two of you will face off, and when one pins the other for five seconds, they win. The loser sits down and the winner faces the next person up. The winner will face me." There were a few cheers, and then an air of seriousness returned. 

I put two fingers into my mouth and blew out a shrill whistle, and the sparring began.

These guys were not bad. There wasn't anything I could really teach them, except for the whole rushing thing. If I could get them to slow down, these men would be killing machines. I was rather proud, and relieved, that I didn't need to lecture them. 

This was the final match before I went up, and I studied both of the men wrestling. One looked to be in his mid-thirties, and the other in his mid-twenties. They were locked in a stand-still, both trying to throw off his competitor to get ahead. 

The man in his twenties, Jason I believe, kicked the other guy's feet out from under him and he crashed to the ground. Jason wasted no time jumping him, holding him down and growling to keep him down. It was a rather impressive feat.

I whistled the end of the match, and the two men stood up. The man in his thirties- Carl -looked rather relieved to not be facing me and sat back down in the grass with his friends. Jason looked worried and was chewing his lip.

"Never let your enemy know your fear." I told him, and he stopped at once, putting on a determined mask and cracking his fingers. A lazy grin stretched across my face, and I whistled once again to let him know the match had started.