Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six
“Is it twenty–four hours yet?” I asked Axel.
“There is still twenty hours to go” Axel answered, and 1 groaned.
“Hey… what about now?”
“It is still twenty hours to go, maybe minus twenty seconds. Riley, you have to calm down.”
“Calm down? How do you expect me to calm down?” I asked, frustrated at everything. “You know what? I’m sorry… I know I could get very irritating, but these four hours feel like a whole day already.”
“Maybe because we are practically sitting down and waiting for twenty–four hours to pass by.”
“You have any ideas to pass time?”
“Have you ever used, a gun before?”
“That’s a random question. No, I just held it a few times.”
“Well then this would be fun… put on some pants, we got to go” he says.
“Well, my clothes are back in Thane’s room, and I am not going back there.”
“I could find something that is a bit smaller for me,” he says, staring me up and down. “You are really small.”
I glared at him, sticking my tongue out childishly. “Maybe you are just too big.” He laughed heartily at that.
“Come on, maybe we could find one small enough for you.”
I followed him to his dressing room.
Twenty minutes had passed, and yet, nothing fits me.
“We might end up passing all the time in here, in your dressing room,” said to him.
I
“Those jeans aren’t so bad,” he says.
“Take a look at this.” I drew the jeans till it was way past my waist. “This could contain my whole body.”
“Are you sure… it would be interesting to watch you try?”
I glared at him. “How about those sweatpants?” asked, pointing to the gray–colored sweatpants. He picked it out and passed it to me. I quickly did away with the jeans, putting on the sweatpants; they were big, but a cool kind of big.
“This could work,” I say to him with a bright smile.
“Most definitely”
We headed out of his room, hand in hand, as he led me to… I didn’t know exactly where we were going, but what I did know was that this place was somehow related to ‘guns‘.
A single pack member walked by, giving us a bow, before walking past us, but I didn’t miss her eyes on Axels‘ and I entwined hands. I let go of his hand, but he takes mine back, unwilling to let go.
it shut.
Axel pulled open the double doors, letting me in before slamming it
There were dozens of target ring and mannequins, which seemed to have been placed here for practice.
“Why is no one in yet?” I asked, I knew by the wideness of this place that it was no private training space.
“Well, they would be in a few hours… we are kind of early, and I think it is better this way.”
“So, I would be learning how to shoot someone?
“Not someone, just those target boards and dummies for now,” Axel says. “So which would you like to try first, an arrow or a gun?… others weapons would come in later”
“A gun,” I decided.
it
“Gun it is. Starting with the handguns,” Axel says, opening a drawer loaded with weaponries, he picked out the single handgun, next, he checked if it was loaded. “This is actually necessary; always check if the gun is loaded so you won’t end up disappointed big time. This
gun
is not loaded with silver bullets, so while it would hurt to be shot with one of these, won’t easily lead to a werewolf’s death” he says, and I nodded, imaging myself pulling out a gun, pointing it at a ‘villains‘, and pulling the trigger, only to discover it wasn’t loaded. That would be a big disappointment.
“Let’s see what you’ve got,” he tossed the gun to me, and I sidestepped, avoiding the hit; the gun fell to the ground.
“I’m bad at this.”
“No, I think it has to do with your self confidence; you have the werewolf sense; that makes you stronger than you think; you just have to let your mind know that,” he said, picking up you stronger than you think, y
the gun and handing it to me. I took it. “Now give your shot at that wooden mannequin by the left,” he says, and I nod, shooting. I missed.
“I said by the left. You shot to the right,” he says amused.
“I was aiming for the left,” I say silently.
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six
“Try again; this time don’t look away when you fire,” he advises, and I nodded. “Ready?”
“Yes”
“Now fire”
I stared at the mannequin this time as I pulled the trigger; it didn’t hit it, but I was getting close.
“That’s better, but if you were in a war, you would have been dead by now.”
“Let’s try again.”
This was the tenth shot, and I hadn’t hit the mannequin once.
“Maybe this is not my fault; maybe this is all on that stupid wood.”
“No, you just need some guidance.”
“Is the wood, you try?” I say, passing the gun to him, and with his eyes on me, he shot three
– I assume, and the times, and they all landed on the wood, one on the head, one on the heart other a bit lower, just between the wooden mannequin’s legs. “Okay, I get your point; it’s not the wood; it’s me.”
