The Sons of Satrina: A Sons of Satrina Novel by Kristan Belle Read Free Book Online Page B

this time to orientate yourself with the school, retrace your steps from yesterday and familiarise yourself with your surroundings.
    “At the moment, the rest of your lessons should continue as planned but please be warned that they may also change at short notice. This is a very unique situation that we are dealing with here and we ask you all to bear with us.  Thank you.”
    And before anyone could comment or ask any questions, Kayleigh had scooped up the box of weapons and quickly swept out of the room, her long black skirt chasing after her, the door closing again before anyone could draw a breath.
    Denver was obviously the first one up and out of his seat, muttering under his breath “I’ll bear with her alright.” with a suggestive leer as he strolled out of the classroom without so much as a backwards glance, a vapid grin plastered in place.  Not that any of the others bothered to take much notice of him.  Well, that was except for Lewis Doaves, who seemed to be taking up the unenviable position of his lap dog. He ran after him, slipping out of the door before it could click shut.
    Jackson felt sorry for Lewis.  At their age, most of them had discovered who they were, or at least had an idea of who they wanted to be. But Lewis was stuck in the unenviable position of being Denver’s sidekick.  The pair of them seemed to have reverted back to their high school roles, which to Jackson thought just highlighted their maturity levels.
    The rest of them sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, just looking at each other.  It must be big, whatever was happening.  They now had to decide what to do with themselves next.
    Jackson didn’t like the whole feeling of the situation.  It felt like something really huge was going down.  It made him squirm in his skin.
    Full of nervous energy, he quickly made up his mind to head down to the gym to work out for a bit.  He didn’t have anything else to do. After all, the term had only just started so it wasn’t like they were drowning under the pressure of work.  There was no point in wandering aimlessly around the school and there was nothing wrong with trying to stay at his physical peak.  The exercise might do him some good anyway and work off some of this tension that he was feeling.
    Grabbing his bag, he gave a little nod over to the guys and Tr ey, Dylan Stott and Jase quickly followed suit and filed out into the corridor.
    “What if this is some kind of test?  To see what we’d do without their leadership?”  Dylan whispered.
    “No.  No, something’s happening.  Something really big is going on here.”  Jackson’s voice was full of concern.
    No one said another word as they walked down through the building and towards the gym.  They all remained in silence as they went into the changing room and got kitted out in their work out gear.
    The shrouded silence stayed with them as Jackson pounded it out on the tread mill.  He couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling that was rooting itself deep in his bones.  The feeling was just getting worse with the passing of every minute.
    Even as the sweat was dripping off of his temples, he still didn’t let up the pace.  It was almost as if he thought that if he kept working and pushing his limits to the extreme then he’d eventually get back to feeling normal.  It sure wasn’t working so far.
    His body screamed for mercy as he pumped his legs and closed his eyes, blocking out the pain.  Sweat laced his skin in a fine sheen, the ink designs on his chest and back glistened under the stark lighting.  Jackson felt like he was fighting a losing battle.
    Finally, giving in, he jumped off of the tread mill and his jelly legs struggled to hold him up.   Looking around, he realised that he was the last one left in the gym.  The other had clearly given up long ago.  It was a good thing, though.  He was glad to have some alone time right now.  He felt a little faint and weak and didn’t need the audience