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"They came, that's what matters," Carlsile whispered back to Edward as the group of you stood in front of the werewolves. "Will you translate?"
The wolves growled as Bella greeted Jake, and you moved protectively to her side with a reassuring smile against your lips. Out of those who had experience with newborns, there had been nearly none on either side, but the training was to hopefully prepare both the werewolves as well as your own family for the upcoming threat. Knowing your Major, you knew he would be the one to lead the training session, something you did not need to verbally inquire about. Both of you had scars, though they were different armies the two of you had experienced.
"Welcome," Carlsile began, walking towards the black furred wolf, Sam. "Jasper and his mate Y/N both have experience with newborns. They will teach us how to defeat them."
"They want to know how the newborns differ from us," Edward translated.
"They're a great deal stronger than us," Carlsile explained, "because their own human blood lingers in their tissues. Our kind is never more physically powerful than our first several months of this life."
By this point, Carlsile gestured to Jasper, who took a knowing glance back at you before he walked forward. "Carlisle's right," he started, his southern accent dripping from each word as he spoke. "That's why they are created. A newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army, but no human army could stand a chance against them. Now, the two most important things to remember are, first, never let them get their arms around you. They'll crush you instantly. And second, never go for the obvious kill. They'll be expecting that, and you will lose."
Jasper was the first to demonstrate, moving back to where he had more room before calling Emmet. Telling him to not hold back had been simple as your brother had determination in his gaze, before charging at your mate. He started with a pretty obvious, face forward attack, before throwing your mate over his shoulders. Dirt flew everywhere as Jasper twirled in the air, before landing on the ground with a quick recovery. Within seconds, the two were already running at one another once more, each dodging every single attack, until Jasper managed to get him to the ground.
In a cocky half smirk, Jasper whispered to Emmet, "Never lose focus."
Carlsile faced Edward as Alice faced Rosalie, Jasper watched over Edward and Carlsile's fight as you watched over Alice and Rosalie. You watched Alice's tricks, and watched Rosalie's speed, documenting the room for error, improvement in each. As Rosalie managed to get Alice down at the last minute, you found yourself smirking.
Walking beside the two, you said, "You have to keep your eye on your enemy."
As the two fights concluded, your amber eyes met Jasper's, and Jasper sent a wink in your direction. "Ma'am," he teased with a smirk against his lips, before motioning for a clear spot in the woods for the two of you to spar. "Don’t you hold back for me."
You smirked, replying, "I wouldn't dream of it, Major." Your voice dripped with teasing, flirtation as you set yourself in a fighting position in front of your mate. Watching his eyes darken a touch at your teasing, you could feel your unbeating heart flutter.
Each blow you made was dodged, but you had returned the favor to your mate. He continued to attempt to get his arms around you, finally succeeding while leaning in for a soft kiss. As he leaned in, you moved so close, about ready to close the gap before you flipped him over your shoulder.
As he quickly got back up, his amber eyes searched for you once more. He had looked everywhere but up. You took no time jumping down onto him, hooking your legs around his waist as your arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"Darlin', still as agile as ever I see," he growled in a low, flirty tone before pecking your lips.
You hopped down from his shoulders, a grin against your own lips. "I could say the same," you flirted back, brushing your hand against his own. "As distracting as you are, sweetheart, I think we still have training to do."
"Me, distracting?" He teased, a smirk still prominent against his lips before he stole one more kiss. "I'll have ta' test that out later, darlin'. It seems we have more training to do."
You rolled your eyes, a smile making its way to your lips as the two of you separated. While he helped Edward, Alice, and some of the wolves, you watched the spars between the wolves and the rest, commenting here and there where they could improve. With time, you faced Carlisle, and the training was coming to a close. Once the wolves went their separate ways, you had been simply waiting for Jasper to go back home.
"So, why do you and Jasper know so much about this?" Bella questioned, courting your attention as you spun around.
"During the Revolutionary War, the British were getting desperate to quell the Americans, and they would go into small colonies, stealing whomever they could to change," you explained. "Underground newborn armies were formed by vicious men who just wanted to get an upper hand. The skilled survived through their first year. Training was something they found that I excelled in, and as they had to keep their establishment underground, they put me in charge of it." You paused, slipping off your sweatshirt to reveal the scars that stretched from your lower neck down your right side. "They would have guards all times of day to make sure we didn't escape until they drew us out to the battlefield."
"What happened?" Bella pressed curiously. "How did you get away?"
"The Voturi stepped in, back when Carlsile was still a part of them," you said with a soft smile as you placed your sweatshirt back on. "They saw potential in my gift, and laid the newborns who were left to waste."
"So, wait, Revolutionary War," Bella said with an eyebrow raised. "How old are you?"
"Physically," you said with a smirk, trying to cast off the overcast feelings from the conversation, "I was turned at 20. My son was turned the same day I was, but he never made it. In total, I'm 246."
Jasper must have sensed your melancholy as you felt two strong arms slip around your waist, a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "And I always have ta' thank ya, ma'am, for being so patient waitin' for me," he murmured with a smile, using his power to lift your spirits a bit as he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.