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Chapter 12
Tara pushed through the door to the training facility with a lightness in her step, with all the crappy things that had happened lately, at least they would finally get out of training and start their Trails. The night stretched out in front of her full of anticipation, a humming excitement danced through her veins. She wondered if she would uncover a group of rebels, or corner a Lesser in an alley. Her muscles tensed with the promise of long awaited action - the training had made her stronger, but her body longed for the hunt, for a bloody fight, and bruised limbs. Of course as a WIT (Warrior in training) going through her first level of Trails she was only a glorified scout; ordered to report disturbances on sight, never engaging the enemy until a Brother or Warrior showed up to fight. She could only observe, and offered help only if necessary. But if trouble came to her, well she would be ready for it.
The gym was already packed with her fellow students. They stood in groups around the blue padded floor, the majority of them had yet to Change. She walked toward Mel and Dhayn where they leaned casually against the far wall, smiling as they talked to one another. As she drew nearer her heart fluttered in her chest, they seemed so right for each other, so happy.
"Hey beautiful."
Tara turned to the now familiar voice. "Hi Tru." She stopped and turned to face him as he sauntered up beside her, always coming too close, invading her personal space with his huge muscled body. The air between them buzzed with energy and Tara knew that if she lifted her mental shield she would feel the lust and excitement that always rolled off of her sparing partner. She didn't know if it was just his normal aura, or if it was his reaction to her, she didn't think that she wanted to find out if it was the latter, so she convinced herself of the former.
"Cute outfit, going for extra protection today? Does that mean I'm allowed to get rough?" His voice dripped confidence and sexuality that teased the edges of her mental shield, begging for her to dig deeper. She held them firmly in place.
Tara looked down at her snug leather pants and leather corset top and shrugged, as if she hadn't put any thought into what she was wearing at all. In truth, after hearing that they would be on the streets tonight she had rushed back up to her room and carefully selected her attire. Her sire had taught her to use all of her talents and abilities to her advantage when facing an enemy. One if her advantages was the predictable male reaction when she showed a lot of skin. By the hungry look in Tru's eyes she knew she had hit he nail on the head. If her cleavage bought her a few seconds distraction it could give her the upper hand, could shift the balance of her inexperience. She watched him caressing her body with his eyes and she soaked up the confidence it gave her.
"We're going out tonight," she said finally, needing to cut off the waves of lust battering her mind - even with her shields up she could only take so much. Surprise flashed over Tru's features but was quickly masked by his usual charm.
"So you're finally going to go out with me? And here I thought I'd have to put in at least another month of chipping at your icy shield before you admitted to how much you wanted me deep inside you." His grin was wicked, and despite her irritation Tara smiled right back.
"You're confusing dreams with reality again Tru. Nasty little habit, makes for big heads and blue balls." Tara joked to regain her mental footing. Bickering with Tru had become as much a part of her training as her workouts and she was starting to see it as such - a mental workout to keep her on her toes. At first he knew just what to say to leave her tongue-tied and blushing, but she was learning, getting more feisty in their verbal game of wits, and she loved getting the better of him.
"You couldn't handle my dreams sweetheart, but you are right about me having a big head," he drawled, looking suggestively down at his crotch. Tara knew better than to fall for that again, she knew all too well what she would find straining the fabric of his black workout pants, and how she would blush.
"Right back at you bud," she said raising a brow in challenge.
"Breasts maybe, but I'd put money on you being all female between those sexy thighs." His gaze rested heavy on her body and she had to fight the urge to squirm.
"I meant the dreams jackass, I could make you cum where you stand," Tara challenged. She watched Tru's Adam's-apple bob up and down as he swallowed, a cocky grin taking over her own face.
"Try me," he said, voice thick with lust.
"Reel it in buck-o, I can only block out so much. Your libido is making me feel waterlogged." Tara shuddered beneath the weight of it, pressing in on her from what felt like all sides, her pent up sexual energy was wearing her nerves thin.
"So you admit that I make you wet?" Tru pulled away from Tara and she could feel him tampering down his thoughts and emotions. They still rippled over the surface of him, but they were for the most part contained.
"I admit that you annoy me," Tara glared at his smug smile. "Drenching me with your own arousal isn't the same as me being aroused Tru, that's not what this is." She gestured between them with her hand.
"Then what is this?" Tru asked, copying her gesture.
"Training. As long as they keep sticking us together you are going to learn how to contain your erratic emotions, and I am learning to block out the tsunami of lust you throw my way every time we are together - which for the record Dhayn would kill you for if he new the things inside your head."
"What, greedy boy can't handle a little competition?"
"You're an idiot," Tara muttered and walked away. Sometimes she wanted to tell Dhayn about Tru's less than chivalrous thoughts about her, the memory of the males fighting in that very room still played out like a fantasy in her dreams, the violence a strange foreplay of desire and passion that she wasn't sure she understood - but she was actually starting to like Tru, as not quite a friend, but definitely not an enemy anymore - the two of them fighting in real life would never end well, so she kept her mouth shut. She just hoped that Tru would get over this crush soon.
A little voice in the back of her head said, no you don't - you like that he can't control himself around you, like you're the most beautiful female in the world. Tara shoved that thought aside, working to keep the guilt from her face as she felt the truth of it sting her conscience. Is it such a bad thing to be wanted? She approached her best friends, watching the possessive posture Dhayn held beside Mel, and as she came to a stop in front of Mel's smiling face she could smell Dhayn's bonding scent still lingering on her skin. Her heart gave a squeeze in her chest. Mel's eyes held her's and they had one of their silent connections, melting away Tara's mental shield until she was inundated with the love and longing pouring off of her lovers - her friends. She was wanted, by two people that she loved more than she had ever loved anyone. It was enough, it had to be enough, because Tara couldn't imagine her life without them.
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Mel could see the tension rolling off of Tara and it was tearing her up inside. She worked to dampen her feelings, knowing that they would only burden Tara more if her shields weren't up. She gave her other half a reassuring smile and reached out to grasp her hand. Their whole situation was beyond skewed up, and Mel knew it. The daggers Thrett threw at D with his eyes earlier that night had sent shivers down Mel spine through their entire meal - as if they were walking a thin line, one that if crossed would turn those daggers into cold black steel pressed against D's throat. She tried to keep her panic buried deep inside, but it was there all the same. She ached for Tara, but she feared that if the three of them messed up again, D would be the one with the most to lose.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the heavy slam of the main door to the gym. All the students in the blue padded room turned as one to watch their instructor, who paused just inside of the door. He was wearing his usual black get-up and angry scowl, but the tablet in his right hand drew everyone's attention.
"This doesn't concern first level WITs so you can start with your warm-ups now, second level WITs come with me," he said in his cool, authoritative voice. The first levels murmured amongst themselves but started going through their steps right away.
Mel dropped Tara's hand, not wanting to show any weakness in front of the male, and marched toward him with her shoulders set. The other three seconds moved to follow as well. The instructor pushed through the door and walked to the classroom adjoining the gym. He gestured for them to take the front four seats, but remained standing.
"As you know by now your level three status will begin this week," he paused and scanned their faces. "You are going to be paired off and will work your recons in twos. Your commander has made the partnerships and the schedules, meaning they are non-negotiable through me, so don't bother me with your fucking complaining." At this he glared at D, and Mel's heart beat a little faster.
"You will patrol our quadrant on your assigned nights and report any danger that you stumble upon. Don't try to prove yourself by getting into a fight, your role as thirds is to find the trouble, not fight it. Am I understood?"
"Yes Sir!" they called in unison. The thrill of the hunt was already buzzing through Mel's veins, and taking orders, even simple ones like these, only meant one thing to her; she was really becoming a Warrior.
"Good, and don't fucking forget that, enough thirds have died trying to be brave, be patient, keep training and one day you will feel the satisfaction of burying your weapon in an enemy's chest." His grin held a wicked tint that sent a shiver of excitement through the four WITs. "Dhaynger you will be partnered with Mehlisha, Intrudehr will be partnered with Tehrrify," he said, reading off of his tablet. "Huhnter will take you out tonight to show you the boundaries of our quadrant, and tomorrow your regular schedule will begin." He turned off the tablet, the blue glow vanishing in an instant, and looked them over with his fierce golden stare. "You are all strong, and have the potential to be Warriors, or even Brothers. Don't fuck it up." He strode out of the room at a human pace, leaving them to stare at each other in silence.
Huhnter came into the room moments later, his dark brown eyes - almost the exact shade of his short faux-hawk - glanced over the four of them before they sparked with excitement. His golden skin was hidden beneath dark jeans and a black leather jacket, bulging with what Mel knew were all sorts of weapons. His smile grew as he beckoned them out of their seats.
"First stop the weapons room," he said with a wave over his shoulder. "You technically shouldn't have to use 'em but like hell we're sending you out unarmed."
Mel smiled at the other thirds in excitement. Yep, she was really becoming a Warrior, and damn if it didn't make all of her other worries melt away.
They spent the night learning their boundaries, not that it would matter if they strayed beyond them, but they were specifically responsible for the area they were given. It was a mainly residential part of Caldwell that stretched along one side of downtown, butting up against the river. There were some vampire homes in their section, in need of protection, and that made their diligence paramount - or so Huhnter told them.
Mel's excitement over the course of the night was dampened by the aggression D was emanating toward Tru. Mel could feel the tension between them, and she didn't even have Tara's gifts. The poor female must have been shut down tight to withstand their silent feud. As the night drew to a close, they made their way back to where they had parked the tinted SUV they had driven from the mansion. With Tru's eyes blindfolded again, they drove home through the winding outskirts roads cutting through the dense evergreen forest surrounding the city.
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