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Training Day #1
A Pyte Chronicle by R.L. Mathewson
“This is bullshit,” Chris said, sighing heavily as he sat there, not bothering to open his eyes and uncaring if anyone agreed with him.
Since they all agreed with him, they simply sat there as well, starring out the tinted windows of the luxury van while Christofer drove them towards what was guaranteed to be a week from hell, but they really didn’t have much of a choice, now did they?
Every five years, Sentinels were expected to visit one of these training camps to keep their status, house, payroll, etc. Basically the Council wanted to make sure that all of their active Sentinels were up to date on their training and hadn’t gone fucking nuts yet. It was understandable, Ephraim would have to agree and he fully supported sending Chris off for the week so that he could enjoy a peaceful week at home with his wife and children, but unfortunately for him and the rest of the Pytes in the vehicle, they were expected to train right alongside Sentinels if they wanted to continue living under its protection.
Not that Ephraim felt all that protected by the Sentinels, he thought absently as Madison laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. If anything, they brought the Sentinels a weapon that the rest of the world would love to get their hands on. They were stronger, faster and deadlier, making in unnecessary to risk the lives of more Sentinels when they could just send them in to a nest with Sentinels as their backups.
They weren’t perfect and they had their vulnerabilities that could end up being tricky for both sides if they went into bloodlust, but so far they were the Sentinels best defense against the ever-growing army of vampires, demons and shifters who didn’t want to play nicely with the rest of the world.
So, with that said, everyone that lived in the mansion, including Ephraim and Madison’s son Marc, had been required to attend. The only ones that had been excused from this training session were the babies, Kale since he wasn’t technically part of the Sentinel crew and Izzy since she couldn’t move two feet without being forced to bite her lip and pain and pretend that she wasn’t seconds away from crying.
Then again, the Council had originally insisted that she join the training session, but after Chris had a “word,” with the Council about his mate’s comfort and inability to manage a week in the woods, they had excused her. That and Ephraim may have threatened to beat the shit out of every Sentinel that made his daughter-in-law cry.
“Are they really going to let me train?” Marc asked casually, trying not to sound excited, but they all knew that he was eager to begin his training before his transformation.
After what happened to Izzy and baby Jessica, he’d never been able to forgive himself. Ephraim knew that Marc believed the whole thing was his fault, but it wasn’t. Even though he was a Pyte, he was still a child and four years away from his transformation. There was no way that he could have protected his mother and Izzy, but he didn’t see it that way.
He was determined to make things right and no matter how many times any of the tried to explain to Marc that it wasn’t his fault, he refused to believe them. He believed that the whole incident was his fault for releasing Joshua and leaving his mother and sister-in-law at the mercy of Joshua, someone that the boy had once trusted his life and heart with.
“Yes,” Ephraim said, trying to hide how terrified he was that his son was about to be brought into a world that he wasn’t ready for.
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