The Pack's Weirdo: A Mystery to Unveil
- Genre: Werewolf
- Status: Completed
- Language: English
- Author: Mudita Upreti
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Chapter 1. Haunting Dreams
“Please don’t do this. I’ll die without you,” she pleaded with him, but he simply ignored her, his own tears falling silently down his cheeks.
“We have no choice. If you don’t leave, they’ll kill you too” he told her, his voice strained with emotion. His words did nothing but broke her heart more, but she was stubborn. She grabbed his collar and held him close, her own heart tearing apart at the thought of leaving him behind.
“You can’t do this to me, to us. We are not leaving you here to die. If we are going to run, you’re coming with us,” she said firmly.
The man begged her to run but she was adamant to take him with her “You have to run for the sake of our baby”. She was not able to say anything after this and cried hard.
Finally, the woman relented, and the man gave her a heart-wrenching kiss before sending her on her way.
As she ran through the forest, she felt a searing pain in her chest, like a knife had been plunged into her heart. She howled in agony, the pain of the mate bond breaking overwhelming her senses. She knew then that her mate was dead, but she forced herself to keep running, to save their child.
When she crossed the borders of her pack, she felt every bond snap away from her, leaving her feeling utterly alone. She shifted into her wolf form and ran as fast as she could, her vision blurred by tears.
Suddenly, she heard a series of loud beeps, and her surroundings started to shift and warp around her. She heard growls and snarls coming from all directions, and she knew that danger was closing in.
Just as she realized what was happening, she heard a loud bang, and everything went black.
“Nooooooo,” ... I woke up from the dream while screaming and frantically looked around. I am still in my bed, my alarm is beeping on the side table, and I am covered in sweat. I looked outside through the window. It is still dark, but when you have to prepare the training ground for 200 wolves before 4 am, then you have to wake up at 3 ... don’t you? Duties of being an omega.
I took a deep breath, my heart was still racing from the weird dream I had, but like every other time, it was still a blur. I got up from my bed, walked inside the attached bathroom, splashed water on my face, and brushed my teeth. I quickly changed into training clothes, tied my hair in a tight bun, and went outside the pack house. I directly went towards the training ground where our gamma was already present with some other omegas and warriors of our pack. He was giving instructions and as soon as he looked at me, he gave me the work too.
“Aadhya, go and clean the weapons” I nodded and went towards the arsenal, which is just opposite our pack house. I grabbed the weapons and started cleaning them.
When I entered Blue Moon Pack, I was only eight years old and my parents were the beta couple of this pack. Though I was born in India, my early life was far from typical, even for a werewolf. As I was a premature baby, there was only a slim chance that I would survive. Despite this, my grandmother, a formidable woman, refused to give up on me. She insisted my mother to leave me in her care and took refuge in a human settlement.
Under my grandmother's watchful eye, I spent eight wonderful years until my parents took me to America. My grandmother shifted with her son, a pack member living in Australia, and we lost touch. The initial experience of living among werewolves was enchanting, like being dropped into a fairy tale. But the reality of living with such powerful creatures as a mere human proved to be far from idyllic.
Werewolves have stronger senses than humans. Their eyesight, hearing, and smelling sense are ten times more potent than a human, and here the problem came. Despite being the daughter of two strong werewolves, I am a normal human. Truth be told, my eyesight is worse than a human as I use specks.
My friend Layla says everything has a different scent, but I am different in this case too. I don’t have a scent, even humans also have some smell, but I did not have any scent. So, I have to use the liquid that mom gave me so that I can also have some smell and can’t be treated as an outcast, but she can’t help me in it when I was different in everything.
When a werewolf turns 14 years, he has his first shift, and though it is excruciating, it opens the door to many superior strengths in their body. Shifting opens the mind link of a person, he can use this mind link and talk with any person in the pack. Once they turn 18 years old, they can find their mates. As I am a human, I can’t mind link anyone, and no werewolf in history has had a human mate, so my chances of having a mate are nil.
Ten years ago, my parents died in a rogue attack, and after that, I was demoted to the rank of omega. As an outcast and orphan, I was always the target of bullies. They never hurt me physically, but their sinister remarks and way of showing ‘my place’ is enough to break me mentally.
“Good morning chubby” I heard Matt’s voice. I looked at him and found him picking the weapons. Matt is the pack’s warrior and is the same age as mine. He is one of the few who treated me like a pack member and not some burden.
“I am not chubby now” I argued and extended a clean sword toward him. He chuckled and took it from my hand.
“I am always going to call you chubby,” he gave me a smug look “And you also know it, CHUBBY” I smiled at his teasing “now come outside, gamma Alexander called everyone,” he said to me and tried to take more weapons.
“I will take the rest,” I told him, and he hummed and walked outside the arsenal.
I took the remaining weapons and went to the training ground, where others were gathered. We dropped the weapons on their spot and joined our respective groups. Matt went towards the other warriors, and I went towards Layla, who was looking like a zombie. Layla is my only friend other than Matt. She is delta’s daughter, but she is not mean to me like other high-ranking wolves. She never judged me; she accepted me as I am.
Layla, just like every werewolf, is incredible. She has shoulder-length brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, toned body and good height of 5’8” and you can say that we are very different in appearance, while her brown hairs are straight my black ones are more on the curlier side, I have black eyes and well my height is 5’6”. I also have a toned body, but how can I compete with a werewolf in this matter?
“Good morning, Layla” I greeted her, and as soon as she heard me, a faint smile came on her face, and she hugged me.
“Good morning, Addy,” she mumbled and snuggled into me.
“Come on, Layla, get up; it’s time to train,” I tried to wake her up. She hummed but did not move. I can feel her sleep again as her breaths are getting even slower. I rolled my eyes at her antics and took a deep breath. I put my arms on her waist and started to tickle her, which made her wide awake within two minutes.
“You are a bitch Addy” she cursed me while trying to catch her breath.
“I am not denying it” I gave her an innocent smile.
“Ten rounds of the ground, you have fifteen minutes... quick,” we heard Gamma Alexander’s voice. Layla groaned in irritation but finally complied; with it, our day started with so much sweat.