Meant (To Be Yours), Anaya Phoenix [i am malala young readers edition .txt] 📗

A sports bra and athletes shorts, Brandon just wearing athletes shorts and fighters gloves.
“Ready to wake ‘em up, Montgomery style?” Carol asked as she reached into the cupboard and the cutlery drawer.
“Been a while, hope I still have it in me.” Sarah said as Carol handed her a pot and a large spoon. She went up first and went to the third floor, where the teenagers and little children slept. Taking in a deep breath, sucking in all the energy she would need and banged the spoon on the inside of the pot.
“C’mon ladies!! Time to wake up from your beauty sleep!! We ain’t getting any younger here!!! Up and at ‘em people, daylight’s wasting!!” She screamed, going up and down the hallway getting the major effect. The sound hurt her ears, but she kept doing it, it was something that she was used to. Groans came from the rooms and she had to take different measures. As she walked she banged doors open and banged the pot harder, yelling at them to get up. She heard Carol downstairs banging on the pans on the second floor and Brandon banging it in the living room, just to torture them some more. The teenagers emptied their room and shot hateful glares at her, to which she replied with a crossing of her eyes. She stopped the ringing when everybody was downstairs. She walked down the stairs and fist bumped Carol, together they went down to triple fist bump Brandon.

“Yeah, we still got it.” Brandon said and the three walked out the back. The two packs stood there, grumpy and rubbing the sleep out their eyes, staring at the 3.
“Alright people! As some of you may know there is a war heading this way! I’m not a baker, so I ain’t gonna sugar coat it for you, it will be brutal. Some of you may not live. But that is why we’re here! My father’s name was Jack Montgomery!” Some of the pack gasped but her pack remained grumpy and tired.

“He was the best damn hunter the werewolf world has ever seen! And he trained me and my friends! He trained us hard, making sure we were ready for whatever came our way. That is what we plan on doing with you guys. We will pass our knowledge down to you, the best way we can. We will train you! You will not let anyone hit you! Not one hit will be taken, only hits will be given. If you let someone hit you, you fail. You die. We are going against hunters, they will not hesitate to end our lives, we must not hesitate to end theirs. They do not care if you’re young, if you’re pretty or hot, they do not care if you have big tits or a big dick, your life is nothing to them. Do you understand?” Sarah said, not caring about the teenagers. They would have to grow up soon anyway.

“Yes, Sarah.” They all mumbled and she gave a curt nod. She gave Brandon a look and he nodded and went to the pile of pumpkins they got from the pumpkin patch and tossed it to her. She easily caught it, keeping her grip light, and spun it on her finger.
“This is a pumpkin, one of the toughest fruits I know, and yes a pumpkin is a fruit.” She knocked on it for emphasis.
“Hard exterior soft interior. Now, to a normal wolf, it’s fairly easy to rip off the stem. But the pumpkin would then be lifted from where it rests. That is not acceptable. To fight you need to be quick and rough, one yank should do the job.” She threw the pumpkin in the air and waited for the right moment and then… yank. Not once did the pumpkin break its straight downfall, but yet she had the stem in her palm.
“Quick, fast, simple.” She said and put her hand on her hip. She heard a soft sound and her eyes immediately scanned the crowd.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that, mind if you say it a bit louder?” Carol said threateningly and took a step closer to the two packs. Fear immediately brightened in their eyes and several took a step back but nobody said anything.
“That’s what I thought, everybody get a pumpkin. Practice to do it. You get it wrong, 15 laps around the house, without using your speed, and try again. Understood?” Carol barked and every body sped off to get their pumpkins. Good thing Jeb was friends with the human at the pumpkin patch, or else they wouldn’t be able to practice correctly.
“Oh and another thing. Don’t let them break, that is the ultimate failure. You do not want to know what we do to people who ultimately fail. It’s not pleasant.” Brandon said, and cracked his knuckles. Carol smiled lethally and Sarah smirked the tiniest bit. This was the way things used to be. The three of them helping others with how they were trained to fight, doing something. The pack spread out, but mostly the teenagers stuck to themselves and the adults did the same. The little children were in the middle, void from Sammy, and they seemed to be the only one that got it. Molly did it, and crooned in her glory as her mate struggled to do it.
“Molly, why don’t you help some of the teens? Since you seem to have caught on easily.” Molly’s eyes widened and immediately she shrunk down, trying not to be seen. It was no secret that Molly detested the teens. Being that Jeb and Penny didn’t have any kids, and the beta didn’t have any either, it was up to Jeb to choose. It pissed Molly off because they all acted tough and snooty and just plain ol’ annoying.
“Sorry, I’ll just help-“
“Actually no. You’ll be listening to me, go help the teens. They’re all a bit dim, can’t see what they have to do. I think Marcy has tried to cheat at least 3 times.” Sarah cut in, enjoying as Marcy’s face lit up like the forth of July. Molly smiled slightly, dipped her head, and walked over to the teens. Her disdain clearly showing on her face. People already started laps, and Sarah, Carol, and Brandon spread out watching the packs try to get it. One little girl caught Sarah’s attention, her hair was black as midnight and her features were soft. She threw the pumpkin in the air, flipped herself in the air, took off the stem effortlessly and then landed in a crouch. The pumpkin was about to fall on her head, but Sarah said nothing, curious to see how the little girl would react. The little girl closed her eyes and moved to the left, just as the pumpkin whizzed past her head, she shot her hand down to protect it from landing on the hard ground. She let it drop softly and stood up, dusting her palms off and going to her friends. Sarah’s brow furrowed and she looked to Carol who had also been watching. She raised a brow and touched her temple. Are you surprised? She was asking. She knew she shouldn’t be, you never know what to expect nowadays. But she was so sure that they didn’t know how to fight, how had she known how to fight. She, this little girl, knew how to fight out of 30 people. That was something unexpected. She hadn’t noticed she was staring at the girl until she nodded her head to Sarah and talked to her friends. He friends, a boy and a girl, looked at her and cocked their heads.
“Holy fuck.” She said under her breath and backed away, into Brandon.
“Why does that look so familiar?” He whispered and she looked up at his paled face.
“That’s us.”

Chapter 12

“Uh, no babydoll. We’re right here.” Brandon said with little amusement in his voice. She looked around at the training people and lowered her voice a little.
“You said it looked familiar. It looks familiar because about 20 years ago that was us. 3 little kids, always hanging out with each other. Each highly trained.”
“Yeah but they’re not trained. There’s no one here to train them. So unless they got help from Mother Moon themselves you’re just tired. Me and Carol can take over the session if you’re not up for it-“
“When have you ever heard that happening?!” She whisper yelled. She wasn’t crazy, that little girl was trained, by someone good.
“When have you ever heard of something like Luna?!” He retorted back and she crossed her arms. Damn, he had her there.
“I think we better get to the second part.” Carol yelled across the people, making Sarah and Brandon roll their eyes but comply.
“Ok! Everybody has finished with the pumpkin assignment. But now, comes the kind of tricky part. Your mind has to be fast, quick, always thinking and analyzing. There are seeds in pumpkins, surely you all know that, those seeds are well buried in the pumpkin’s guts. You’ve got to be quick, there should be absolutely nothing on your fingers. The whole pumpkin must be deseeded or else you fail. And if you fail you die. I’m gonna let Brandon take over.” Despite his size he was the quickest out of all of them, one reason why he was beta, and enjoyed any speed test. Carol held up the pumpkin and he looked at the packs with scrutinizing eyes.
“The key to speed is being light, airy, but also having a rough grip. As with the stem, but this is a little quicker. You’ll need to search for the seeds without moving the guts, but you must not get your fingers messy. If you tell me you can’t do it, I will show you how easy it really is, and you will be in charge of changing all of the baby’s diapers. Understood?” eesh, that was worse than the laps. They all nodded feverishly but Sarah kept her gaze on the trio of children. They struggled to hide in their smiles and she shot an ‘I told you so’ glance at Brandon’s back.
“Begin.”


To say the least the majority of the people failed, which meant they would have no shortage of people on diaper duty. Tomorrow they would start with hand to hand combat, learning how to follow rules, and codes. It seemed like a lot but that’s what they had to learn. Nobody could give Sarah an estimate on when they would be here and she wanted them as ready as possible. Penny had decided to roast the pumpkin seeds and Sarah chewed on them like nobody else’s business. She thought about going up to visit and see if Sammy was Ok when the doorbell rang. She looked around and munched on her seeds, seeing if anyone else would come and open the door. Realizing they would she groaned and pulled herself up from the couch.
“Everybody in here ain’t nothing but good for nothing, sack of suds!” She yelled as she opened the door. A women stood there, her skin pale and her hair long and red. She had big black eyes with high cheekbones and full lips that pulled down into a pout. Her body was petite and