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.

truth. If you don't think I'm ready just say so. I know you don't want to send me back to my pack, and I'm not sure I want to be there right now anyway. But, I could just

chance, this is where I'm supposed to be. 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

we are acclimating the rest of the warriors. You are a force Little One, and make an impression wherever you go. Your intelligence, fighting skills, and general demeanor are well above your age, but you are still very young in some ways and I don't want to interfere with experiences that you, 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

"Yes, Sir."

been given a warrior brand yet, so the trainers are forced to shift so I can be given instructions. I kind of feel bad to being an inconvenience, but Warrior