Werewolf Hunter Hunted.

Chapter 7

Nicara's P.O.V

"That's good Nicara now let's go again one last time, you ready?" Dad asked me as I panted tiredly. I nodded my head, whipping the sweat that started to form above my lip with the back of my hand. I know, very unladylike like but I didn't care. My body was focused from head to toe and my clothes stuck to my sticky body while my chest burned as the adrenaline tooks it's total though me. Dad held up the two punching pads in my view and I kept my left leg forward with my right leg loose and back. My hands were raised in attacking position and I moved lightly on my feet taking a deep breath in before following my dad's orders.

"Right!" Punch

"Left!" Punch

"Right!" Punch

"Right!" Punch

"Kick left!" Kick

"Kick left!" Kick

"Duck right!"Dodge blow

"Right!" Punch

"Left!" Punch

"Kick right!" Kick

"Duck left!" Dodge blow

"Uppercut!" Left punch up

"Duck right!" Dodge blow

"Uppercut!" Right punch up

"Nice!" Dad cheered, dropping his hands and taking off the pads. I smiled tiredly, putting my hands above my head and taking deep breathes in and slowly out. The sound of my heartbeat thudding loudly in my ear drums was a rush. It felt good to push myself. I love pushing myself just enough to see my true limits. We had been going on for the past hour and a half in the ring. Not learning anything new as such, because I already new what I needed to know about improving my skills. Like for example I can plank for six minutes now. Finally reaching my goal! I hate planks so for me, six minutes is a great achievement. No it's nothing like Malachi's amount. Heck I don't even think it's half but for me its enough. Dad has been taking me to the gym whenever we were both free at night since out talk two days ago. Malachi still gets training done but he gets all morning practices with my dad so he's very happy to have late evening practices to do whatever he wants. Speaking of doing whatever he wants, Chase went M.I.A. I hadn't spoken to Miya about it because I didn't want to make it seem like I care or anything because I don't! I am just curious ya know. "We better head home soon." Dad mumbled, frowning at the screen on his phone. "Your mom doesn't want us to be late for dinner." He finished. Mom hates it when we are late for dinner. Especially since we had promised to be back beforehand. I took off the tape wrapped around my hands and stretched them, wiggling my fingers and clenching my hands. The damn boxing tape is so uncomfortable. I took a deep chug of my water, enjoying the nice cool liquid going down my throat. I noticed dad waiting by the door for me so I quickly took my bag and bottle and headed to where he waited.

"Let me quickly go and shower, I'll just be-"

"No no no no no it's fine you'll live but I might not if we are late for dinner." Dad pulled my arm gently toward the exit. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic statement. 

"Bye Justin." I waved my hand that dad didn't have a hold on at one of the brothers as we left the building. As we drove, pop music played in the background. I was done for the day, absolutely finished. "Thanks dad for helping me today." I said, glancing over towards him in the drivers seat.

"No problem sweetness. I can see that you are improving and I like that. Soon you won't be needing me as much as you do nowadays." I caught the double meaning of that and shot dad a smile.