Strong enough

They both fall onto the ground, for a few instants John successfully touched his body he tried to sink his clows into his stomach but as soon as they hit the ground the enemy was already gone.

John growled as he missed him punching against the ground for the desperation.

"John!" A familiar voice echoed from afar, he turned around, his eyes wandered in the surronding to see if he could spot where he left his friends.

"John!" Three voice screamed in unison, he run toward the source and found his friends tied up around a tree.

He rushed to get Jake free so that then he helped him to get the rest of his squad untied.

"He was faster than light." One of them said, I didn't even managed to see his appearence.

"I did." Jake intervened, groaning, his claws were bleeding.

"What happened to you?" John asked looking at the bleed coming out from his body and the bruises. He shrugged, "I tried to get free from the tree."

John shook his head, as he probably thought that was an useless gesture, "he was weird..." Jake continued ignoring John's facial expression.

"What do you mean?" the King asked hanging on the lips.

Jake's eyebrows knitted down, he gazed at an imaginary point in the middle of the forest as his focus was to try to remember the few seconds he managed to move through the wood in his search. It was a practise used by many powerful werewolves, by squeezing his eyes he used all his energy to mentally transport his gaze around the wood when he successfully saw a glimpse of him.

"It seemed...he was you." He said, his gaze lifted to meet John, he frowned, pushing the friend against the ground. "How dare you offend me by saying something so disrespectful!"

"He acted like you!" He shouted, groaning at John.

Then he took a long breath and in a calmer voice he continued, "he had your same attitude and behavior."

John hearing those words felt a tingling feelings in his fingers, thousands of questions imploaded into his minds but no answer could solve his doubts.

He began to walk back to the house they shared. None of them dared to say a single word worried to provoke John a reaction.

When arriving he went to the back of it where there was a room dedicated to training, a bag filled with stone stood in the middle of a small place.

He walked there and began punching strongly against the bag just to punch once again on its way back. He released part of the anger at each punch he gave he pictured the murder of his father in front of him.

He pictured the facility he took his friends, and he was unable to defend them. If something happened to them he would never forgive himself. Groaning as his punches speed up and got stronger.

Sweat run through his forehead, he wiped it off with the sleeve of his shirt and unbuttoned it to remove it. Exposing his muscled six-pack and huge sculptured shoulders. He went to the next apparatus he used to train himself.

Or better to release the anger that ate him alive during all his life.

The apparatus, consisted of wooden boards of the finest mahogany with various pulleys, weights and cords attached. He placed some pillows on the floor not to prevent any damage to its back as he was pulling the weights with his hands.

While he was training hard Roselyn was relaxing herself in the sauna.

She had her feet under the water. As she looked at the bubbles forming on the water surface of the sauna.

The blonde gentle maid brought there some cutted apples and some grapes.

"Thank you" Roselyn smiled as she took an acinus of grape and bite it.

The maid seeing nobody else was there, gazed at a spot near the lady "may I?" receiving a nod from Roselyn she sat on the pool bar near her.

"Why so silent milady?" She asked noticing the odd quietness of the girl.

Roselyn smiled, "I just have a lot on my mind."

"Hmm." The maid fixed her dress and changed her position by putting a towel under her knees to sat down. Finding a more comfortable position she asked, "about the King?"

Roselyn titled her head, after a brief reflection she answered, "I just find his attitude quite bizarre. Sometime he seemed to care and was nice with me but other days he didn't even look into my eyes." She sighed, the blow made the water sway reminding her of the day he brought her to see the sea. How she wished she could turn back time.

"I don't mean to offend you by saying this, miss Roselyn. But I think he will never care for you as you may expect him to. The only person he ever cared for was his father." The maid replied, trying to softener the sharpness of her words with a kind smile. "If you have one single doubt about it or if you want a different future than I highly suggest you to reconsider the accord."

The lady who had her legs immersed in the water remained silent as the voices in her conscious mind were talking for her. Telling her she shouldn't have agreeded the first time. Maybe her consciousness was right, if that agreement was that easy to respect as she thought it would be then he would have asked someone else.

She remembered herself the reason why she was doing all that, which was his freedom and free will in life. The possibility to travel the world, to see amazing places just like her loved view at the sea. To finally be free from any bonds. A bit of loneliness and a lack of attention wouldn't stand in her ways.

She narrowed her eyes as she focused her mind toward her objectives. Those were the priorities now, she just needed to strong enough.