Watching Them Spar
1361 Words
Jameson POV
I settled in beside Dave to watch the sparring match between my brother and Terrance. Jonathan turned to look at me before going out on the field, and one look into his eyes told me I was looking not at my brother, but at Damien.
I grinned at him. "Good luck, Damien."
His voice came out deeper and more guttural than Jonathan's. "Thanks. Any tips?"
"Yeah. Don't let the Alpha kill you. I need my brother."
He snorted. "Thanks. You're a lot of help."
I laughed. "I sure am. Seriously, you'll be fine."
'Tell him just listen to his instincts,' Donovan said in my head.
"Donovan said to tell you just listen to your instincts," I told him. "You got this, dude."
He took a deep breath and looked over to where Alpha Terrance was already waiting for him out on the field. "Thanks. I think."
I took a chug from the water bottle Dave handed me as I watched Jonathan/Damien walk out to where Alpha Terrance stood in the center of the field.
"Ok, warriors, are you ready to see another round?" Alpha Terrance asked with a grin.
"Yes, Alpha!"
"And for those who didn't notice already, no, you're not seeing double! The first gentleman was Jameson, and this is his twin brother Jonathan. Now, should I be nicer to him than I was his brother?"
"No, Alpha!"
Alpha Terrance and Damien/Jonathan both laughed before backing away from each other, both assuming a sparring stance and starting to circle each other, just as Terrance and I had done before. Terrance was the first one to lunge, landing a quick right jab to Damien's ribs before nimbly jumping back, narrowly avoiding Damien's attempted upper cut. Damien immediately went after him. He attempted to leg sweep Terrance's feet out from under him, but Terrance jumped over Damien's leg just in time. But just as Terrance landed, Damien hooked his legs around Terrance's knees and brought him down. Terrance landed on his back, bounced back up, and landed a roundhouse kick to Damien's head in one quick motion. With speed that blurred his motion, Damien grabbed the foot that had just connected with his head and flipped Terrance backwards. Terrance managed to turned into a back flip and landed it perfectly. Before he could charge back at Damien, Damien landed a quick left jab to Terrance face. Terrance's nose started bleeding, but he didn't slow down for a millisecond. Terrance landed a kick to Damien's midsection, knocking him on his back. Damien planted his hands palm down on the ground above his head, and, throwing his feet upwards, he wrapped his legs around Terrance's midsection. He quickly crossed his legs, which flipped Terrance onto the ground with him. Before Terrance could blink, he was on his back with Damien on top of his, raining blows towards his face. But with a few seconds, Terrance had bucked him off and, using his supernatural strength, managed to throw my 265 lb brother about ten feet. Damien landed on his butt with an "oof" but bounced right back up and charged at Terrance. He tried to spear Terrance, but Terrance dodged at the last second. As he dodged, he reached an arm out in and clotheslined Damien, catching him across the chest and knocking him flat onto his back.
Terrance, standing over Damien, held up his hands. "Truce?"
Damien nodded, trying to catch his breath. "Truce," he managed to say.
Terrance reached out a hand to help him up. Damien, obviously having learned his lesson by watching our match, grinned at him and shook his head. "I'm not that dumb," he told him with a laugh.
Terrance laughed as Damien climbed back to his feet on his own power. "Glad to see you were paying attention."
Damien held out his hand, and Terrance eyed it suspiciously before shaking it. "Great match," Damien told him. They walked over to where Dave and I were sitting on a bench, watching them. "I'm going to give control back to Jonathan now."
With that, his eyes, which had been swirling back and blue, returned to normal, and the voice that came out next was my brother's.
"Wow! That was actually fun!" Jonathan exclaimed. "Painful, but fun."
We all laughed.
"Looks like your Lycan healing is kicking in too," Terrance told him, pointing to a couple of cuts on Jonathan's hand that were closing up before our eyes.
Just as I had done, Jonathan stared at it in shocked amazement. "Wow," he uttered. "Just....wow." He looked over at Dave and Terrance. "Do you ever get used to that?" he asked them.
They both laughed. "Mostly," Terrance replied. "It's different for each person. For me, it actually kind of tickles. And lately, I've noticed the more serious the injury, the more the healing tickles."
Jonathan and I laughed. "This is definitely going to take some getting used to," Jonathan told them. I nodded in agreement.
By now, the warriors had resumed sparring with each other again. Dave walked out and smacked one guy on the back of the head. The guy was obviously a friend of his, because he turned, laughed, and they walked off to start sparring. Jonathan and I sat back and watched them, trying to study what they were doing so we could learn their movements and adapt them for ourselves.
After Dave was done and we'd all rested for a few minutes, Dave asked if we'd like to see the inside of the packhouse. He said that Alpha Terrance had ok'd it before excusing himself to go get some office work done. Of course, we said sure. The place was one of the biggest homes I'd ever seen, and I was curious about what was inside.
As the three of us walked in the front door, there was a beautiful young lady about our age walking down the steps. She was petite, with long wavy blonde hair that reached down to her waist and big blue eyes. She smiled at us as she approached us.
"Good morning, Luna Ana," Dave greeted her.
"Good morning, Dave," she replied warmly. "And, I told you, none of this Luna stuff. It's just Ana."
"Sorry, sorry, it's just how I was taught," he replied, throwing his hands up in surrender.
She scowled at him. "Don't make me use my Luna tone on you," she said jokingly.
They both laughed, then turned to us. "Lu - I mean, Ana - this is Jameson and Jonathan," he told her, pointing at us as he said our names. "They're visiting Linda and I briefly while they use the library."
She smiled. "Yes, I heard. Terrance told me. I hear the two of you had a pretty good sparring session this morning."
We both laughed. "Yes, ma'am, we sure did," Jonathan told her. "Your husband is a really good fighter."
She laughed. "Judging from the blood the omegas are having to wash out of his clothes, I'd say he got as good as he gave."
We talked for a couple of more minutes before she excused herself, saying she needed to go get her kids from Terrance's mom.
"Wow, your Luna is really nice," I told Dave. "Is she always that friendly?"
He smiled. "She is. She actually used to be an omega before she became Luna, and she hasn't forgotten where she came from."
"What's an omega?" Jonathan asked.
"They're supposedly the weakest wolves in a pack, the lowest on the totem pole," Dave explained. "In some packs they're badly mistreated, but Alpha Terrance, just like his dad before him, does not tolerate any wolf abusing another wolf."
"So basically she rose from the bottom to the top?" I asked.
Dave nodded. "She did."
I was impressed. "Wow. It sounds like there's probably a pretty good story there."
Dave laughed. "Oh, for sure. Ask Linda about it sometime - she's better at telling it than I am."
I nodded and made mental note to myself to ask Linda later. It was beginning to look like this pack was a lot more interesting than I'd initially thought. I couldn't wait to hear the story.
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