He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask her, a lot things she said yesterday felt like the bare minimum, like she was trying to keep as much to herself as possible. He started doing some exercises, getting warmed up, continuously keeping Chris in his line of sight. Thinking about everything she said yesterday, silently wondering if she would be offended if he asked her the questions that were burning in the back of his mind. He finished his warm up and walked over to where Chris was still pounding the bag.
She would switch from boxing to kickboxing and then pull in some mixed martial arts. Terrant walked around the bag she was punching and held it steady for her. She paused for only a second and then began to punch, kick and thrust with a flurry. Terrant immediately tensed his hold on the bag before it spun out of control. For the next ten minutes she pummeled the bag as Terrant held it in place. Finally with one last punch she stopped, panting. She walked to the towel and water bottle on the bench, taking a long swig of water before picking up the towel and moving back to the bag.
"Okay what do you want to know?" She said slightly out of breath while using the towel on her face.
Terrant positioned himself in front of the very abused punching bag. Readying himself to start drilling. "What do you mean?"
"You have been watching me for the past 20 minutes. I can tell you are dying to ask something."
Terrant didn't answer. He began to drill thinking of the best way to explain his questions without sounding nosy. He heard a sigh and then a few moments later the bag became steady as Chris braced herself against the back of the bag, holding it in place. Terrant didn't hesitate, he went into his drills pushing himself as Chris kept a firm hold on the bag. After 20 minutes of hard drilling he finally stopped.
"What is with the shades?" Terrant asked out of breath. Chris's head moved around the bag, a smirk forming as she looked at him. "I mean I have heard werewolves having eye problems but I have never heard of a disease where shades are required as treatment."
Chris pulled away from the bag, moving closer to him as she put her hands on her hips. "Let's just call it a sensitivity to light." She smiled at him like it was a private joke that he should understand. He had an overwhelming urge to pull her glasses off so he could see her eyes, even just to know what color they were.
Right then the AC turned on. Almost immediately he started a coughing, sneezing fit as that strange citrus fire scent invaded his senses. He rushed to his bag grabbing his towel and covering his nose and mouth which seemed to help, until he saw Chris following after him a look of concern on her face. He held his hand out stopping her in her tracks and shook his head. She was smart enough to understand that he suspected it was her.
"I'm sorry. I don't have any perfume on... or really anything smelly."
Terrant sat down on the bench and Chris followed suit sitting a good 5 feet away and down wind of the AC vent. His sneezing fit subsided and he finally pulled the towel from around his face. "I don't know what is wrong with me."
Chris shrugged, "allergies?"
"I don't have allergies."
"Allergies to me?"
Terrant turned toward Chris who was smiling playfully. He laughed as he shook his head, pulling a unopened water bottle out of his bag.
"I wanted to thank you for yesterday." Chris said glancing at Terrant. "I mean it was very helpful to convince, well... almost everyone."
Terrant took a drink of his water. "No thanks is required. I was simply stating facts, and your story was... factual."
Chris paused watching Terrant warily. "What do you mean by factual?"
Terrant glanced at Chris and then looked forward tracking her movement in his peripheral vision. "Even though I believe everything about how you became Alpha. There is a lot of information that is missing." He saw Chris shift slightly as he continued. "I understand why you wouldn't want to lay everything out for the whole group of Alphas to dissect, but it makes me wonder..."
"Wonder what?"
"Many things... things that I suppose you won't just tell anyone." He turned to Chris whose face was furrowed with confusion and suspicion. "I think we need to get to know each other."
Chris's face became guarded. "Oh, and why is that?"
"Well for starters we are key parts in the council's plan to eradicate the rogues. Both of our pack lands will be used as bases for the military so... we need to be good at communicating."
Chris looked up at the ceiling and nodding to herself. "Anything else?"
Terrant smirked looking down at the floor, he could tell that Chris was weighing the pros and cons. "You can use as many friends as you can get. The Gray/Freeman situation isn't going to resolve itself."
Chris smirked and nodding in agreement, not looking at Terrant.
"There is also the fact that my pack borders yours so..." He paused watching Chris closely. "So after this whole war is over. It will be good that we have... good relations."
Chris shrugged her shoulders again and nodded to herself.
"Also I find you fascinating."
Chris tensed and looked at Terrant a blank mask hiding any emotions.
They sat there frozen watching each other, trying to read any little sign of emotion or reaction. After a minute of studying each other Terrant broke and explained. "I mean with everything that you have accomplished. How can I not find you fascinating?"
Chris tilted her head in surprise and shifted her gaze back to the ceiling. She seemed to be contemplating her next move as she stared at a fluorescent light. Terrant waited patiently taking another swig of water. "You can call me Chris."
Terrant felt his heart leap into his throat. He smiled to himself his wolf stating, 'well it's a start'.
"And what should I call you? Logan?" Terrant unconsciously made a face and Chris laughed.
"No. Terrant is fine." He glanced at Chris who was still smiling playfully. "How do you know my first name?"
Chris shrugged still smiling. "I know many things," she said secretly.
Terrant sighed, "When I was younger I would go with my father to a lot of functions. Most often everyone would refer to me as the Terrant's future Alpha, or Terrant's kid. No one knew my first name. Or if they did they never used it, so eventually I just decided to go by my last name." Chris nodded in understanding.
Terrant watched her for a minute trying to decide if she knew the real reason he hated his first name. Chris revealed nothing and Terrant decided to leave it. If she got to meet Terrant's family she would eventually figure it out.
"Can you tell me how you got that?" Terrant pointed at her stomach were three large scars went from the front of her abs around to her back. Terrant didn't notice them earlier because they were so faded they looked like sweat streaks. But now with her sitting so close he could see their pattern was very suspicious of claw marks.
Chris's hand reacted immediately covering the scars. Her face furrowed and she bit her lip thinking furiously before a mask of indifference covered her face. She shrugged and said mysteriously. "Just a love mark from an old friend."
Terrant raised his eyebrows. He could tell she didn't want to tell him the truth. Scars are not normal for werewolves. The fact that she had such large scars shows that the blade or the claws were laced with something that prevented her normal healing process.
Chris raised her chin daring him to ask the question that was burning in his mind. Terrant decided against it. They were just in the beginning of a friendly relationship, he didn't want to ruin it by being pushy.
"Well then Terrant." Chris stood up and stretched. "Want to spar?"
"Spar? Seriously?"
"Yeah! What better way to 'get to know' each other then a friendly fighting match." Chris gave Terrant a wicked smile as he stood up and stretched.
He smirked, knowing this was going to be a challenge. Considering what she already did to the now lumpy and misshapen punching bag. "Sure. why not?"
Chris's smile got wider as she walked away, entering the sparing area. "Good. Cause I have a lot of energy to burn."
Terrant couldn't tell if that was supposed to be threatening or if she was just excited for a fight. He followed her to the center of the sparring ring, feeling nervous as she took her stance. Attempting to block any thoughts of going easy on her; it was obvious she wasn't going to go easy on him.
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