I stroked the red beanie that Tenor gave me, and tilted my head to the side. It was ribbed solid and a dull kind of red, but it reminded me of him. I wasn't sure how much I wanted to think of him, but I decided to get it over with now. He had given it to me as a souvenir when he went to Maine to visit family. It wasn't much but it made me smile. He knew I wouldn't want anything too flashy. I sighed. As much as I disliked him for what he did to me I couldn't hold back the intense want. I missed him a lot, but he betrayed me and I wasn't gonna look back.

I came back from the pack meeting yesterday at about six. Someone from the pack was supposed to spend the day with me to start training because the rest of them obviously had better things to do. (Thick Sarcasm)

As I stared at the old hat I hadn't heard my dad let anyone in and jumped at the sound of a male's voice.

"You ready?" I jumped, startled. I tossed the hat under my bed, and looked up at Embry. He had his arms crossed and looked as if he was performing a chore rather that helping me out. My eyebrows pushed together. Before I knew it I was speaking.

"Look, if you don't want to be here I could train myself." He rolled his eyes.

"Let's just go." I huffed and followed him outside to my huge backyard that led to the forest. He waited for me as I undress behind a tree and phased. I was wearing my favorite shirt and was not about to ruin it. When I got back he was still in human form. He was completely serious in his words.

"Being a werewolf is all about control and power. We dedicate our live to defending human life on earth and take our jobs seriously." I rolled my huge eyes.

I could have figured that one out. He noticed me of course and glared.

"Anyway we're gonna have a little duel. If you can get past me to this line," he made a line in the dirt with his foot. "You've had passed step one." He phased within a second completely uncaring about his attire even though he was only wearing shorts. I could tell this was to test my durability and eyesight because of how short and vague the line was.

I prepared to charge at him but he beat me to the punch and charged me first. He rammed into me from the side instead of head on because of my quick thinking to turn slightly. We both fell over rolling around on the ground. Once I regained stability I pushed him off of me roughly and darted the other side. He caught my hind leg in his teeth and I yelped. He didn't break the skin but it hurt none the less. I turned around and snapped at him with a lot of force. I could tell because the loud sound of my teeth startled him into releasing my leg.

I ran again for the far end but he intercepted me. I ended up plowing into him again because of his sudden appearance and as we tumble I managed kick him in the muzzle with both my hind legs. While he shook his head I had already made it passed the line and was running is circles triumphantly. Step one: Check.