After school

"You need to learn to rely on all your senses Red, most of the wolves around here like the comfort of the dark forest, and you can't afford to have a light because th-" 

" 'Cause then the wolves will be able to me quicker, i'll lose the element of surprise, and I won't last more then five seconds. Yea yea, I know, let's get on with it already!"

This is my life at home, training, fighting, and sleeping. Right now Hale is training me to fight with a blindfold, I think he only gets me to do this cause he finds it easier to beat me, otherwise he'd be down in five minutes flat. Hale is really the closest thing I have to a family, after my parents died he took me in, trained me, and sorta became my dad.

"Focus Red!"

Even so he's still a pain, but he's all I got.

"Okay Hale, throw 'em at me."

The next thing I know, I'm running a course of swinging flour bags. It's the third time I've had to do this today, and it seriously hurts when I get hit. This exercise is supposed to help me develop a better sense of hearing, cause when the flour bags swing through the air they sorta make small wooshing sounds, and using only that I'm supposed to judge when it's safe to run.

"Nicely done Red, you finished the track."

Wait what?! "Sorry, what did you just say, 'cause it sounded like you said that I finished the track!"

"You did."

I removed my blindfold to find that I was on the other end of the flour bag course.

"Yes! I finally did it!"

I turned toward Hale, and saw pride shining in his dark brown eyes. Hale was tall, strong, and pretty handsome for a guy in his late thirties, with his dark blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and nicely tanned skin. He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a black t-shirt.

"I think we should call it a day, and you need a shower," said Hale

I looked down at my black leggings with the black flower lace trims, and my red tank top, and decided he was right. I turned to the entrance of the training room, and left. I turned left and went up two sets of stairs to the top floor of the house, It's a pretty big house. I walked down the hall, and stopped at a red door, I opened it, and walked in. My bedroom was pretty big, but I liked it, the floor was covered in a dark red carpet, on the far side of the wall there were three large windows which were framed by large black and red tissue curtains. I have a large queen sized bed with black sheets and a bright red comforter with an array of black and red pillows and cushions, next to my bed was a small black square table, on top of which was a red lamp, and a black digital alarm clock, two of the walls were red and the other two were black, on one of the walls I had a dart board on which I liked to practice my aim with my favourite crossbow, on the right wall there was the door to the bathroom and on the left wall, not far from my bed is my closet, it's a double door, not to big, one door is red and the other is black. 

I then walked over to the bathroom to take that much needed shower, on my way to the door I pulled out the elastic holding my hair up in a ponytail, as I felt my hair settle around my neck I couldn't help but smile, because my hair always reminded me of my mom. Once upon a time her hair had looked just like mine.