GTTA Grayson

Ossiphageous

The first few years after you take the title Alpha are vengeful and baleful. A Cimmerian time filled with bone breaking and bellicostic behavior around every corner. Dalliance always likes to make an appearance from eager lyca's thirsty for power. But that's just the beginning, a little taste of what's to come and maintain. The hairs on the back of my neck always on end, ready to fight at the slightest aggression to my standing.

Ascending to alpha isn't just a title but a responsibility, one of strength, cunning and manipulation. Building my legacy in a way to thrive and ingratiate. To command my people in a way to gain their respect, and loyalty. Subservient is the way of our kind and it is for a good reason, trust. Without trust a pack cannot survive and in the end it will die. When your pack respects your judgment, they will respect you. Your word is law because they know without a shadow of doubt, that you would die for them just as they would die for you.

But make no mistake, a pack can turn on its Alpha just as fast as a coin can flip. What I did to Zuri, one day will be done to me. The moment that trust is gone, it's a fight to the death. For reasons far greater than any non-lycan could see or understand. Because without a strong capable Alpha the pack would eventually kill itself off. The Omegas, if any made it through birth, would die just because. Humans would be left unchecked, other territories would overstep and lives would be lost in a feud over the topple of our area. Alpha is a balance that not every lycan or lyca understand, and the few that do are destined to lead.

From the beginning of time, we establish our rules and without hesitation the mind chooses, to follow or to flout. That is the question. It comes to the age-old understanding of; is this worth my life or my servitude. Most are smart and follow their instincts, as animals we have a sense that keeps us alive. Those who chose to fight that instinct usually find their death at the end of a malicious battle. Just ask Cane how long it took for him to heal from my bite.

"Fight!" I growled, as my voice reverberated in the air. Human form strength translates well to lycanthrope strength.

I needed to know my pack, I needed to find out each lycan and lyca's weaknesses and strengths. This was a show to me as their new leader who I could put my trust in. All of their training leading up to this point would determine where they stood under my regime. I had given Beta to Cane as he had earned that title for his fierce determination and skill. But I needed a Gamma and even a Delta, because those under Zuri were useless in old age. Their leadership is what lead us to the dark times and mine would be spent shinning the light back into it. Taking what is ours without question or resistance.

The lyca's all tumbled and clawed slashing skin as blood flew through the air. For them this was a show of strength or how I would place them with in my ranks. But it was also a matting show of who would best suit the needs of the higher ranking lycans. Some looked fierce and completely divine making the cocks of every lycan throb in need. But some made we question their value to this pack and whether or not it was worth another mouth to feed. Millie a little red headed lyca, born an Omega, was currently fighting her sister Camila.

A loud battle cry shrieked from Camila's mouth a viscous growl rumbled in her chest. Her claws came down slicing Millie across the face and her body plummeted to the grass. A weak and pathetic excuse of a lyca and one that no one would mate with. Just as Camila was about to stomp her foot onto the skull of Millie's slender head, another female interfered. A dark-haired beauty, with suntan highlights woven into her strands, tackled Camila as the two tumbled to the ground.

The blurred figure solidified revealing Keyona, a strong stunning female. She struck Camila across the jaw and a whimper left in a harsh breath. A death curling, guttural, growl ripped from Keyona's throat causing my cock to strain against the skin of my fur flap. The material pushing out in a visible approval to the dominance she was giving off. She was magnificent. Her mannerisms exuded power and commanded it like she was born with it. I knew she wasn't because this female came from my birth pack. Even as young pups she hadn't shown any signs of being impressive. Yet, she destroyed Camila with a single blow.