My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

He stepped over to the trainer who was keeping time and grabbed a water and a towel before turning back to the group and dividing us up into pairs. am pulled over to Warrior Osiston.

"When can I train with the group, this seems like a punishment now. Did I do something wrong that you keep separating me from them?" I look at him needing answers. They brought me here, I didn't request it. I was perfectly fine waiting until I was old enough, but now something feels off like they are regretting bringing me here, but can't send me away either. So they are just tolerating me, waiting to figure out what to do with me.

"Not punishment, just acclimating." He says cryptically.

But, I could just do school here, I don't have to be in training if you all have decided you don't want me here or I'm not ready or whatever." I try to keep the hurt out of my voice, but I don't think I did a very

The old sting of not being wanted or good enough slices through my heart though. I wanted to come here to get away from that. I have been working so hard the last year on being accepted for me. The guys and Sierra really helped too. Being seen and wanted felt good

as a teenager, are supposed to have either. You have seen the extreme reactions people have around you. The negative interactions have not gone unnoticed by the trainers, but we will not step in unless you request it. We know not everyone will get along here, we want you all to handle your own business, but I will not tolerate you letting it get as far as you did back in your pack. They have all seen you fight now and they have seen your scars and injuries that are still on the mend. They know you've seen real battle and dealt with real trauma. Some may outright ask and others will beat around the bush to find out what happened. They are trainees as

"Yes, Sir."

being around all of these naked people. Not like I really have a choice. I think I am the only one here that hasn't been given a warrior brand yet, so the trainers are forced