Malia Pierce at the age of nineteen was alone, constantly moving in fear she would be hunted down and found by her tormentors. She is the Alpha's daughter of the Phobos pack, where father, and his whole pack despised her just for her existence. He b...
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Having been dictated and controlled with instructions and rules my entire life, to say that I have no idea what to do is an understatement. Instead of being the one to follow instructions, I am giving them and reprimanding people if they do it incorrectly. I was out of place, I did not fit in here.
Having to wake up early wasn't something I wasn't used to, so that was common ground for me. Being outdoors wasn't unusual for me either, but, once I got a glance at the groups of people, I shrunk back. The shorts I was wearing showcased very faint scars and made me feel very exposed. Though, instead of wearing a tank top or just a sports bra like the other women, I had on a sweatshirt. Orion sent me a weird look as we were leaving the room but he didn't question my actions.
Instead of jumping right in the action, I stayed back to the outskirts of the training field, watching and observing. Orion had assured me that I didn't have to do anything if I didn't want to or if I felt overwhelmed and I am very appreciative of that now. There were too many people, much more than I had previously expected to be here. Scents piled onto one another, some I had never ran into before, one of a different pack. Orion wanted to stand by me and comfort me but when two men had a disagreement that turned into a blood bath, he had to intervene.
My eyes scanned the arena for possible threats, a habit in which I am convinced will never die down. As I intently searched the area, someone caught my attention. She was very small and if I hadn't been observing as much as I was, I would have overlooked her. Though she could be easily overlooked, her hair is what caught my attention immediately. It was cropped of at just a over shoulders and it was a startling pink and purple color.
As I paid more attention to her, I noticed she was having trouble with throwing punches at a punching bag. Even though it seemed as if she were putting all of her power into her swings, the bag was barely moving. Analyzing her movement and form, I noticed she doing it incorrectly and would probably injure herself if she would to continue this. I debated walking over to her because to do that, I would have to walk directly into the center of the arena, for all to see. As I watched her throw another bad punch and then client had her fingers painfully by her side, I decided that was most definitely needed in the situation.
Keeping my head down, I blindly walked towards her direction, trying to make myself as small and unnoticed as possible. No one seemed to notice my presence, which I was glad, and managed to weave through the people sparing. The girl hadn't noticed me yet, so I was able to get a better look of her stance so I would know what I needed to correct. Waiting a few moments to give her time to notice me, she threw more punches and didn't even know that I was there.
