Scarlett

"I think we are finished for the day," Hank said as he bent down beside me. It was hard not to show how defeated I felt at that moment. There was no point in arguing with him. I was done for the day.

"What the fuck!" I heard Cade shout as I turned to watch him hurry to me. He was very angry. When he reached me he dropped to his knees beside me and looked over me with concern.

"I told you to go easy on her," he said angrily as his eyes lifted to clash with Hank's and he growled at him. Hank leaned back from fear of his alpha.

"I know, but she wanted to keep going," Hank replied, lifting his hands to show Cade that he wasn't to blame for the state I was in.

"You've been at this for four hours?" Cade directed the question at me in disbelief. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. I watched as he tried to control the anger trembling through him.

"It's okay," I said as I gently reached for his hand and squeezed it.

His eyes opened as he looked down at me.

"No, it isn't."

His jaw tightened as he stood up and bent down to pick me up. My muscles ached in protest at the sudden movement.

Honestly, I was too tired and sore to argue so I lay my head against his chest. With me firmly in his arms, he strode out of the gym and toward the house.

It wasn't long before he entered his bedroom and laid me gently on the bed. The softness was so inviting that I was determined never to move again.

Yep, I'll just stay here, all sore and sweaty.

Cade disappeared into the bathroom and I heard him turn the water on. Five minutes later the sound of water stopped and he walked into the bedroom.

"I've run you a bath so you can soak," he instructed as he stood beside the bed. I looked up at him like he was crazy if he thought I was going to move anywhere.

"Come on, you will feel better," he encouraged.

"Fine," I relented, knowing he wasn't going to back down and he did have a point. A nice warm soak in a bath would ease some of the aching in my muscles.

He helped me into the bathroom.

"Shout if you need anything," he told me before he turned and left me alone in his bathroom.

Slowly, I stripped down and eased my body into the bath with a sigh. It felt so good as the warmth from the water began to make me better.

That night, Cade was over-protective and kept checking on me when I went to lie down after my bath. He brought me my food to the room so I didn't have to try and get to the kitchen.

Gary popped in a little later that evening to check on me.

"I heard you took a beating today," he said with a teasing smile as he sat down on the bed.

"Yeah, werewolf training is a lot harder," I told him. It was true. The training that Gary and I had been doing was a walk in the park compared to what Hank had put me through.

"But you're still going to do more training tomorrow," he said. He knew me so well.

"Of course," I added with a weak smile.

"I know you're determined, but I think I've finally met someone with more determination than you," he revealed.

"Who?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Cade," he answered. "I don't think he is going to allow you continue with the training."

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"That's what I heard him say to Hank before he hit him."

My jaw dropped open in surprise.

"Cade hit him?"

Gary nodded his head at me.

"Why?" I asked, not able to understand how Cade thought Hank was at fault.

"He said he should have known better."

"I'll talk to him," I said. I'd overdone it today but that hadn't been Hank's fault, it had been mine.

"You find out anything yet?" I asked while fiddling with the edge of the blanket where a thread had come loose.

"No, not yet, but I'm still looking," he assured me. I don't know if it was the look or the tone of his voice, but something made me lean forward to hug him.

He was scared for me and I loved him for it.

The next morning I changed in to my gym clothes. My body was still sore and stiff, but I felt much better than the day before. I was glad Gary had gone to get some of our clothes and stuff yesterday. There was no way I was going to school dressed in sweats and a shirt that belonged to someone else.

"Where exactly do you think you're going?" I heard Cade ask from behind me.

I turned to see him standing with legs slightly apart and his arms crossed over his chest.

"I'm going to train," I said like it was nothing important as I sat down on the bed and shoved my feet into sneakers.

"No, you're not," he told me in a firm and unyielding voice as he stood blocking the only exit out of the room.

"Look, I admit I overdid it yesterday and I promise I won't make the same mistake again," I tried to reason with him. He was concerned about me and, while I appreciated it, I didn't want him to feel that I should stop training.

I needed to train like they did in order to be able to fight alongside them and that was never going to happen if I didn't persevere with the training and show that I was capable of doing what they were.

His jaw twitched as he studied me for a moment.

"Fine, but I'm going to be there," he relented with a frustrated sigh.

I smiled for a moment. He was learning to back down on certain things and I appreciated it.

I stood up and walked over to him. My hands touched his chest as I raised myself up onto my tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth. He tilted his head down to mine as his arms encircled me and held me as we kissed.

It was a good thing I was a werewolf and could heal quicker than humans, otherwise I wouldn't be able to train again today.

A look of surprise appeared on Hank's slightly bruised face as I stepped into the gym with Cade following behind me.

"You're back for more?" he asked, not quite believing I was going to punish myself further.

"Yes, I am," I said as I stood with my hands on my hips. Although any movement still hurt slightly I wasn't going to show it. I didn't want them to look at me as if I was weak. If I had any chance to fight, I had to show them that I was determined and capable.

Hank looked to Cade and I saw Cade nod his head.

"All right, let's get started," instructed Hank as he walked over onto the sparring mat.

Cade leaned against the wall, watching Hank and I spar. Every time my body hit the mat, Cade closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. He was struggling with having to watch me get hurt in any way.

Luckily, the sparring had helped my body warm up and my muscles no longer hurt as much.

It was pure determination that got me through the next hour. Like Hank had said previously, I would never match his strength, and he was right. Even with increased weight training, it still wouldn't increase my strength to that of a male werewolf. If I had any hope in being able to hold my own, I needed to learn to increase the speed of my reactions to defend myself.

Sweat dripped down my forehead as I waited for Hank to make his next move. I hit the mat a few more times, but I was starting to get quicker. I felt my confidence starting to grow.

Cade watched anxiously from the sidelines.

As Hank moved forward to try and grab me, I moved out of his way. His fingers didn't reach me and I pushed him using his momentum to lose his footing and land on the mat with a thud.

I'd done it and I couldn't wipe the grin off my face when I saw the look of disbelief on Hank's face as he rolled onto his back to look up at me.

I turned to look at Cade. He smiled at me and looked at me with a look of pride that made my heart feel like it was going burst with feeling.

I could do this. I knew I could.

Hank got back onto his feet, but this time when he looked at me there was a little respect in his gaze.