What's That Supposed To Mean? - 21

Hey guys... Feels like FOREVER ago. It probably was forever.

I am so sorry I havent updated in such a long time :( I feel really really bad and stupid. I hate it when the stories I read are like that and Im doing the exact same thing.

I do hope you havent given up, though. I hope there is still someone out there with their awesome comments and stuff, :)

Anyways, this story is really starting to get harder and harder for me because whenever I'm coming closer to the end, I dont know how on earth to end the story. I get writers block and all those stuff and even though I have to have a happy ending, I dont know what to put on the way there.

Now its getting hard and I have to try and push myself to continue to write because I have only one chapter left on my computer and then I wont be able to update whenever I want because I'll have to WRITE a chapter to publish it -.-

Oh well, sorry for the long note. I'm sorry for the long wait & I hope you're still there guys!! LOVE!

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Chapter 21

I had just arrived to our training field and I was ready to start. I was excited but I felt like I had to give myself a peptalk to get even more excited so I did good. I had chosen my training outfit very carefully. Sport tank top, sport shorts and good shoes. I had my hair up in a ponytail and I stretched while waiting for everyone else to arrive. The only person who was here was my dad, who came with me to see the first day of our training.

As I was sitting there on the soft grass, stretching my legs, a car drove in and out came Uncle John with five guys coming out behind him. I recognized Michael and the two others from the new members and two new guys that I assumed were the other trainers. Why they had all come, I didn't know but Noah was nowhere in sight. He should be here by now; my dad and his dad didn't like people who came late to important things and this was important; the training for our Alpha positions which were big responsibilities.

I stood up, brushing myself off and walked over to my dad who was standing with Uncle J and the guys. I smiled as I waved at them. My dad put his hand on my back.

“This is my daughter, Samantha, the girl you are to train. Noah will be here soon and- Oh! There is he is. He might be late a few times so don't think much about that. But if he misses a training session, contact us immediately afterwards.”

“Absolutely, Alpha,” one of the two new guys said in a deep voice. He stepped forward and raised his hand. I shook it as he introduced himself with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Samantha. I'm Greyson, but you can call me Grey.”

The second one came up and did the same before I could respond. “Hi.” He smiled. I'm Julian.”

“Hi Greyson, Julian. Very nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to be training with you guys.” I smiled back and they introduced themselves to Noah as he arrived. He was wearing basketball shorts and a black t-shirt, shook their hands with that usual blank but observant look and then glanced at me and then Michael with a glare. Michael never once looked at him and avoided eye-contact. Smart to avoid Noah's trouble, very smart. Or Noah would throw him hateful glares every two seconds or just kick his ass for “looking at him.” Yes, that's Noah.

Now, this way, Michael showed that he wanted nothing to do with what happened or with Noah and that made Noah let it go. Slowly.

“Alright! No more wasting time!” Uncle John said. “Bill and I will be in the little house over there,” he pointed to a few feet away. “There is food, water, bathrooms, showers, whatever you want in there in case it's necessary. We'll sit there and watch a little. Today we'll have all five of you trainers together because you all have different things to teach. So get to know each other, start with the basics and we'll continue from there all the other sessions. Alright then, have fun.” He grinned and they walked away, him and my dad.

Noah and I stood there by each others sides while the trainers stood in front of us. Greyson stepped forward, taking charge.

“Okay! We're not going to start with anything special today, like Alpha John said. We'll just do some basic leg and hand work. Kicks, punches and so on.”

We trained for three hours with a ten minute break in between and then we were finished for the day. It had all gone well and concentrated but with some laughter as well. The trainers worked good together and they made sure they all did something. Noah didn't do anything worse than a few glares, thankfully – mostly at Michael, no surprise there – and when we were finished, my dad and Uncle John dismissed everyone.

Michael and the rest left in their cars, my dad and Uncle John got ready to leave and Noah and I just stood there, watching them. Then he turned to me with a smile. No sorry, grin.

“That outfit...” he said, shaking his head as he looked me up and down. I just rolled my eyes, waiting for his next words. “Everything you wear....”

“Ooo-kay!!” I said loudly, interrupting his lustful gaze. “What are you up to today?”

We started walking towards his car and all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss him every time we saw each other and just wrap my arms around him. I know, why not? We were mates after all. Yeah, sure, but that still didn't remove the surprise and slight awkwardness that would come if one of us did that. I would do it soon though, no worries.

“Nothing much. I'm not usually up to something, so same thing today.” He shrugged, unlocking the car. He went in to the drivers seat and I went in to the passanger seat. “Why, you wanna do something?”

“Maybe,” I said. “I have to take a shower first, though.”

“We can take it together,” Noah said, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed, shaking my head at his comments. He could talk to you normally and seriously but after a while, a comment had to get out of him. It was like he didn't even do it on purpose, it just came.

“Maybe next time,” I said, still laughing as he drove us home. He parked his car in the driveway or whatever that should be called and we both got out.

“Alright, I'll see you later then?” I said as we walked over to our houses. He nodded with a smile and as he came closer, leaning in with that dangerous evil smile, my heart pounded so loud that I was sure he could hear it. He gave me a quick kiss, a goodbye kiss and smiled again before going in. I chuckled to myself as I walked over to my house and went up to my room.

I took a shower and washed my hair, scrubbing myself clean. I realized that my dad wasn't home and put on a pair of black skinny's, a tee and put my hair up in a messy bun. I went down to see if he had left a note or something and just when I entered the kitchen, the front door burst open. I walked out to the hallway, relieved that it was just my dad and a couple of guys from the pack. But the panic on their faces replaced my relief with fright.

My dad was running around in his office in the back, so I followed him as the rest of the guys ran past me, in to our “closet of weapons.” That was were my father kept all the weapons and necessary stuff for werewolf problems.

Oh my God. Werewolf problems.

“Dad?” I said, watching him frantically look for something in every draw, every paper, everything. “Dad, what's going on?”

“Honey, you should go to your Aunt Bianca. Get some clothes and go there, please,” he said, but he wasn't really talking to me. He looked like he was in another place. I hadn't seen him this frightened or panicked for a very long time. Maybe ever?

“No, dad, seriously!” I said. “What is going on? And what on earth are you looking for?”

“It's an attack,” he answered quickly, eyes darting from here to there, his hands everywhere, paper flying around.

I decided not to answer anything more now but instead I ran outside, on the yard, only to see every single pack member of both my dad's and Uncle John's, standing and discussing or running around to prepare for the attack. An attack, though? Really? I couldn't believe that there even were packs that still attacked like this. Almost all packs had already decided that it was just childish and stupid and that a confrontation or meeting between Alpha's and guards is much better.

So what could they want now? And who the hell were they even?

I saw the Black's hurrying out of their house now, one by one coming out. Mason ran over to Max on the other side of the field, Jacob ran after him after a few seconds, the twins, Thresh and Caleb all carried weapons and Noah was nowhere to be seen. It made me worried. They wouldn't send him out would they? I knew that Thresh and Caleb weren't going to because they were too young for a fight and not that strong yet. Joseph would, Willa and Arianna and I, and all the other women, would stay here. While the men went to fight.

No, this was a disaster. I had been dreading the day when I would have to wait for my loved ones to come back from a fight, from a dangerous attack. I don't want to have that feeling where you wait for them to either come back or not come back. Or if they were even alive. And the day was here.

I saw Arianna and ran over to her. She, being the person she was, was crying but silently. I put my arm around her, not saying anything. I knew why she was crying.

“My brother is going,” she whispered. “I can't believe Joseph even wants to go. He's crazy!”

“He's doing it for the pack,” I mumbled.

“What if he doesn't make it? What if Uncle John or your dad won't make it? What if Mason or Jacob or Noah won't make it? I hate this.”

Noah.

“They're sending Noah too?” I asked, my heart pounding. Arianna nodded.

“All males over sixteen are going. The rest are staying here with us.”

I walked away, my mind, my eyes and my body, all looking for Noah. I tried to feel his presence; he was close but I couldn't see him. It was a disaster out here now. Everyone were running around, talking loudly, calling out for each other, yelling at each other to get this and get that or fix this or come here. It felt like a movie. This couldn't be that serious, could it?

Well, it obviously was. And now I wanted to go, too. I didn't want to sit here and just do nothing and wait for my father or my mate to come home alive. It was bullshit. I'd rather be there and fight with them and know what's going on, than to sit and slowly die while waiting.

“Noah?!” I called out over the noise everyone made. “Noah?”

“Sam!”

I turned around, feeling relief wash over me as I saw him there. Even in panic he looked handsome. I looked at him, eyes wide, waiting for answers.

“What the hell is going on?!”

“They think it's the same wolf that attacked you. They think he came with a pack. He wants something, though. That's what our fathers said, at least. But they attacked so we're going in.”

“Just... Be careful,” I mumbled. It felt like they were going in to a deathtrap, straight into one. I wanted to cry and I was, on the inside. I wasn't going to cry on the outside, though. I didn't cry in front of people.

“Sam?” Noah said, locking our eyes. “Don't worry, okay? We'll all be fine, I swear to you. I'm not that easy to get rid of.” He chuckled but I just glared at him. This wasn't a time for jokes. They all might be dying soon and he was joking. But he was trying to make me feel better, I appreciated it.

“No, seriously,” I said. “If you don't come back, I'm going to find you and kill you again.”

“Can't kill me if I'm already dead, can you?” he joked again. Then he got serious, after seeing how serious I was and hugged me. Gosh it felt so nice and safe in his arms. I didn't give one crap about our “awkwardness as mates” because that was bullshit now.

Why do you always realize how really important something is to you in these kinds of moments? It's so stupid.

I hugged him back, holding him tightly in my arms. He was my mate. My freaking mate. My soul mate, my boyfriend, my love, even my freaking husband. He was mine. And he was going into war. This was crazy. And I bet my left arm that the other pack is powerful. They wouldn't provoke such a big and powerful pack as ours if they weren't.

Noah suddenly pulled back, glancing over my shoulder. I vaguely heard someone talking loudly to him and he nodded once. I didn't want to hear anything else than him right now, I had to at least try and convince myself that everything was going to be alright.

“I have to go,” Noah said. I looked up in his eyes, shaking my head. “Samantha, I will be back. With your father, with my father, with Mason and Jacob, with Max and everyone else, too. Even Michael, as much as I hate him.” He gave me a grin. Ugh, of course he was going to joke around on a moment like this. He was Noah, for Christ's sake. I felt like laughing at that but nothing came out. Only worry through my eyes.

“Sam, I wouldn't leave you so easy. I won't leave you so easy. I will be fighting for nothing else but you and that way, I'll survive. Okay? I don't want you to worry or be sad, you hear me? I'll feel everything inside of me, like I'm doing now. You're too worried. Don't forget we're mates; we feel everything together. So get yourself together and smile. Act like we're going freaking grocery shopping.”

I laughed this time because he was just so stupid and so funny and so Noah. He hugged me again and just before I was going to say bye, he interrupted me.

“And we're not saying goodbye, because it's not. So, Sam, I'll see you soon okay?” He smiled and walked away, joining our fathers and all the sixteen and up members of our packs, now joined as one. They were waiting for him and I couldn't help but feel even more worried. I didn't want to worry Noah by worrying too much.

Ugh, so complicated.

I was ready to turn around and go stand by Arianna when Noah suddenly stopped and came back, everyone else stopping, too. Noah ran over to me, took my face in his hands and kissed me, softly yet intensly. He looked into my eyes and smiled.

“I love you.”

He started walking back, and me, too shocked to do anything, came back to reality and said, “I love you too,” before he was too far away. And that's also when I realized that every single person was watching us, some shocked and some still normal, as if they had expected this. Especially my dad and Uncle John.

So, the secret was out now. And I was going to have a talk with my dad about that knowing look on his face. He had obviously known something. I ran over to him as I thought this, and hugged him so hard I thought I was going to break both of us.

“I love you, dad. Come back, okay?”

“I love you, too, Sammy. Don't worry, we'll all be back.”

I couldn't help but hug Uncle John and his sons too, Mason and Jacob. Then I watched them go and prepared myself for a long long night. Or long long days.

Ugh.