Chapter 2

Alex's POV

I closed my eyes, and suddenly I was transported back to a time when things were simpler. I was a young boy again, surrounded by my family and the warmth of their love.

I saw my mother, her smile lighting up the room. She was baking a cake, and I could smell the sweet scent of vanilla and sugar filling the air. My father was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and sipping coffee.

My grandmother was in the living room, knitting a scarf. She looked up and smiled at me, and I knew that everything was right in the world.

My aunt and uncle arrived, their arms filled with presents and hugs for everyone. My cousins came running in, laughing and shouting.

We all sat down to dinner, passing dishes around the table and telling stories. My mother told us about her childhood, about the games she used to play and the friends she used to have.

And through it all, we laughed and loved and shared. We were a family, and nothing could ever break the bond that held us together.

But then the dream began to fade. I saw my father's face turn to sadness, and I knew that something was wrong.

And then I woke up, and the cold wind pulled me back to reality. I opened my eyes, feeling a sense of loss and sadness. But then I realized that even though my family was no longer together, their love and their memories lived on within me. I could still feel the warmth of their love, still hear the sound of their laughter. And I knew that no matter where life took me, I would always carry their love with me, like a beacon of light to guide me through the darkness.

The night is cold and agitated once more. The cold breeze of November is making me quite uncomfortable. The little and torn blanket did nothing to help me cope with the weather. I embraced my body, hoping for a little warmth, but there was none.

I just recall being thin, with pale skin, white hair, and plum lips. I was the strange homosexual cursed of our group. My grey eyes are really boring, and I thought to myself, "How ugly can I be?"

The surge of wind makes my breath catch again. I'm doing my best to survive... But I was almost miserable until I passed out.

The warm sunlight woke me up. The heat flowing from the outside is diametrically opposed to the cold wind that blows every night in November.

I've been living in the same old dog house for months. I'd come because the alpha had told me to. I don't want to break free from the pack and flee because I'm too terrified.

I am terrified of what awaits me outside of the wood where I will spend the rest of my life. Have I informed everyone? Our pack has a population comparable to that of a hamlet or town. There is a school, a market, and everything else that a regular human society has. Despite the fact that I never leave our territory. I've never met a human, either.

"Why are you still there?!" The alpha slammed his fist at my small crumbling refuge. He shouted, "Stop sleeping like a fucking princess!"

My heart is racing so quickly. I'm terrified, truly terrified. I can't tell you how many times he beat me nearly to death. There was a point when I wished I would never have to open my eyes again.

Despite the fact that I am still afraid. I'm still able to sneak out with a small dog home near Alpha's manor.

My gaze was drawn to him. He still has the physique that initially drew me in. He stands at 6 feet tall. His icy blue eyes make me shiver and remind me of the cold night I had the night before. His skin is a delicious caramel tan, which contrasts nicely with his raven-black hair.

My fantasy came to an end as I felt my lips bleed from his hit, which caused me to tumble to the ground.

"Stop checking me out, you faggot!" he said, clearly annoyed.

I moaned and stumbled to my feet. "I-I am so sorry..." I mumbled.

But he just grins and gives me a warning look. I understand what he means; I should not slack off. I have a lot on my plate.

I walk straight to the pack house's backdoor. The kitchen was once again crowded. Some of the pack's helpers cast suspicious glances at me.

Mariah is the only person who is still civil and somewhat close to me. She is a curvy woman with a white complexion and orange hair. She has a lovely, motherly grin. She is one of the reasons I can get through each day, even when it feels like hell.

"Come here, darling! "Let us wash some dishes here," she remarked, and she never waited for me to respond, instead pulling me away from the swarm of people who were still staring at me with piercing glances.

"Thank you very much, Mariah. I'm not sure what to do if I'm still there for a minute and a half."

She sighed as she always did. "Do you know what?" You don't deserve those shady things happening to you, them casting shadows on you. How could they be so naive and easily duped by our homophobic alpha? For fucking all of those walking sluts outside, I hope he gets an STD. She exclaimed, "Ghad!" She, along with her normal nagging.

I scowled. "Mariah, lower your voice. Someone is listening in. We could get ourselves into trouble."

She has sass. "And I'm concerned as hell!" I've had enough of our pack's nonsense. How can they be so easily manipulated? This pack appears to be quite tranquil, better, and safer than before. I'm hoping our old alpha and Luna didn't perish in the previous war. We might not be dealing with the same nonsense now."

I bite my lower lip quietly. "Maybe if I wasn't a curse chi-" With her words, she cut me off.

"What curse?! Don't let their remarks into your mind. They are not speaking the truth. They are always relying on rumors. And what about this pack? It will always be a dreadful land filled with walking drama. They can't be serious when they blame you. Are you attempting to influence the war? Are you the genius behind that night's rogues? You're not!"

I returned to solitude. I'm not sure why I always feel horrible about myself. Maybe because what Mariah stated was correct. Because I'm so used to them blaming me, I'm blaming myself as well.

I was just pulled back to reality when Mariah took my hand in hers. "Do you know what?" Did you remember the beginning of the rebellion? "Did the gay members of this pack leave because of our homophobic alpha?" she inquired. That is something I recall. It occurs one month after the Great War.

"Yeah? What do you think?" I inquired, intrigued.

"Because my sister is a lesbian, she is essentially a runaway werewolf." She didn't go rogue, nor did she join the other pack. She lives in a human society far distant from here! You are welcome to accompany me! Please make a decision."

What Mariah said splits me down the middle. I'm overjoyed because I can finally escape George's misery hole... On the other side, I am also depressed. I've nearly grown up in this town. Here, I make a lot of pleasant memories... And my sentimentality isn't helping.

"I will think about it, Mariah!"

"You had better be."

When Alpha appeared out of nowhere, our small talk came to a halt. He's looking at me with the same disgust.

"Go get back to work." He appears solemn. His voice is filled with rage, so we return to our work.

After I finished my work in the kitchen. I was tasked with bringing food and drinks to the pack's practice site in the pack's western region.

I'm having trouble holding the large jar and basket. I'm not strong enough to be a werewolf.