The Shadow Alpha novel Chapter 5

6 MONTHS LATER

Almost every day for the past six months I have trained, with and without the guy's assistance; I have found solace in the physical power that I possess.

In the beginning it was tough; motivation was hard to come by, but that all ended one night five months ago.

I woke up screaming, tears were pouring down my face and my breathing ragged. Memories of my parents being dragged away from me were fresh in my mind. The feelings I felt as an eight year old girl; alone and afraid in a dark cold room where Alpha Austin interrogated me about their disappearance, haunted me.

I felt betrayed, sad, helpless and downright terrified.

The dangerous look in his eyes terrified me and when he slammed his fists on the metal table, my entire body shook with fear of being struck.

An immense sadness weighed down my heart, it had been a while since I dreamt of that night and every time I did; I woke up drenched in sweat, screaming. That fateful night was no different, but thankfully the rooms were all soundproof so I was assured that no one woke with my screams.

I hated that they still affected me, I was far away from them, but still the memories haunted my subconscious mind.

The more I laid awake thinking about it, the more my sadness faded and was replaced by a burning rage for my tormentors, I wanted to fight back.

I didn't want to be helpless. I loathed that feeling!

I threw the blankets off my body and ran to the gym; the moment the door was shut I began throwing punches at the punching bag that hung in the middle of the room.

Memories flashed through my mind which fuelled my anger, I could feel a hot burning sensation in my eyes, but paid no heed to it. I needed release; I needed relief for all the anger and adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Each punch and kick I delivered was fiercer than the one before, threatening to tear the bag from its mounting.

I faintly heard the door to the gym burst open, but I was far too gone to care. All the years of Physical torture and helplessness was being released, the bag danced violently from my onslaught.

Suddenly the bag was gripped and my arms held back, I was seeing red, nothing could restrain me. I tore myself from my captor and continued my assault on the bag; the voices of Alpha Jamie, Jake and Dristan were breaking through my walls pleading with me to stop.