Chapter 66

                                    

                                          

Dee POV
My eyes scan across the training field while I stretch my arms.  It feels good to be out of the bedroom, but I also want to go back.  Shane, on the other hand, needs to get back to work.  Malcolm has decided to stay on and help until Kimmon is able to get to the pack, which it sounds like it will be a while before that will happen.  
I hope nothing bad has happened to him or Colton.  
The crisp morning air revitalizes my energy and caresses me.  
This is going to be a good day.  
Murmurs float through the air as the trainees gather.  Like normal, I ignore them.  
I carefully stretch out my legs, knowing they are sore from everything I've done over the last few days with Shane.  
My ears suddenly perk up.  
"Did you hear that our new luna is actually a male omega?"
"Yeah, I heard.  I can't believe we will end up with a worthless luna."
"I know.  Alpha Marcus had lost his mate years ago, and now we have a useless male omega.  A female omega would have been bad enough, but Alpha Kimmon's mate is a male omega.  They can't do anything.  I wonder if he can even cook or clean.  What else could he do for the pack?"
"Nothing.  But I also heard male omega's have a strong sex drive.  They aren't satisfied with one person.  Some people are doing whatever they can to make sure their mate doesn't get lured in by the luna."
What the heck?  How could anyone think that?  Do they have any idea what Colton has gone through or what male omegas can actually do?  No, they don't.  They are assuming horrible things about something they don't know anything about.  
For the first time since the Great War, the word idiot bounces around my head when describing my pack.  I'm assuming they would think of something like that because of his second gender without knowing about the person has been through.  
Fluke and Tommy have told me about everything that has happened to Colton.  Shane has also told me what he knows.  It is all appalling.  None of it is anything like these idiots are saying.  
Rage rushes through me, and I stand up with a scowl and bark, "Quiet!  We are starting our training now.  Everyone to their places."  My words have a hard bite to them as I let my anger flow with them.  
Everyone scurries to their appropriate places, and a few more murmurs hang in the air.  
"I thought she would be happy after finding her mate and going through the mating process."
"Yeah, she seems mad."
"Maybe something went wrong with the mating process."
"Or maybe Shane has already been lured off by the new luna, and he left her."
My blood boils.  How could they think that?  
I ball my hands into fists at my side and grit my teeth, growling, "QUIET!!  PRACTICE!!"
Everyone snaps to attention.  Several give me a confused look before they all quietly begin their practice.  
Their words repeat in my head, making my blood boil more.  The hate in their words disgusts me.  
Their prejudice surprises me, though, after everyone had to live under Alpha Marcus' rule.  Nothing can be as bad as him.  
I narrow my eyes and scan the field, looking for anyone not doing the move correctly to unload my pent-up rage.  My eyes stop on one warrior in his mid-twenties in the back, who isn't doing the move correctly.  
I catapult forward and through the crowd.  "RYAN!  YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG!!  DO IT RIGHT!!"
Usually, this isn't how I train the pack, but my anger is in full control of me right now, and my patience has evaporated.  
He looks at me, like a deer in the headlights, and then glances around him.  
With steam rolling off me, I storm across the field towards him.  "YOU ARE DROPPING YOUR HAND!!  YOUR HAND NEEDS TO STAY UP TO PROTECT YOU!!!"
He stumbles backward while I storm towards him like a wild beast.  Before I can reach him, another instructor rushes over and steps in front of me, blocking me.  "Dee!  What is wrong with you?  You aren't usually like this."
I shake my head and snort fire.  "He isn't listening!  Everyone has learned this move a couple of months ago, but he is still doing it wrong!  If does this out on the battlefield, he will DIE!"
The instructor towers over me, but I don't back down.  I gather all my frustration and anger and look up at him, staring into his eyes.  "Do you want that?  You will be the one to blame!"
His usually friendly expression has morphed into a deep scowl as he narrows his eyes.  "No, I don't want that, but you also know we can't save everyone.  The best we can do is to train them to know all the moves and hope they will take it seriously enough to protect their own lives.  We can't fight for them."
I let out a loud snort.  "That is truer than you know."
The pack has already given up on one of the most important people.  Colton might not be here yet, but as soon as he and Kimmon claimed each other, he became a part of our pack.  How can any of our pack members dismiss Colton or put him down?  
They don't know our luna has special powers which may someday save the life of the idiot who doesn't want to learn the moves correctly.  
The irony of it.  
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Kimmon POV
A small weight has been lifted off my shoulders.  I can tell my pack about others having abilities.  Unfortunately, I can't tell them who has such powers or what those abilities are, except for mine.  
Sigh.  I still don't know what mine is.  
I shake my head and scoot back against the bed's headboard.  How am I going to figure out what my ability is?  
Why can't Bas just tell me what it is?  It would be so much easier that way.  
I rub the back of my neck and stare out the window at the clear afternoon sky.  A butterfly flutters past the glass while off in the distance, a small group of birds fly to a distant pine tree.  
Could it be as simple as having the same ability as my father?  
I shake my head.  
No.  Half the time, I struggle to get the lid off the pickle jar.  If I had strength like my father, the jars would be a piece of cake, and  I wouldn't struggle at all.  
One time, I think I pulled something trying to move some furniture.  
So, that counts that one out.  Then what could it be?  
Colton calls out, "Kimmon, is something wrong?  You seem concerned about something?"
I shrug my shoulders and turn my focus to him as he walks through the bedroom door and towards me.  "Nothing is wrong, but I'm a little concerned.  How am I going to figure out what my ability is?  I have no idea, and I need to know what it is before we can talk to our pack.  Showing our pack what the moon goddess has gifted me might help ease the pack members' anxieties, but I can't do that if I don't know what it is."
His warm brown eyes fill with sympathy and understanding.  "Don't worry.  We will figure it out.  Just give it some time."
I shake my head.  "We probably don't have much time."
That is probably a massive understatement, but I still have hope I can figure this out.  I just don't know how.