HEAT AND RUT. (Alpha Lycan And His Omega Tiger)

WHEN PAST MEETS PRESENT.

Chapter: 47
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Little feet pattered along the ground in a flurry of activity, running through the forest with excitement, and in his hands was a little white bunny. It was his first hunt and he could not wait to show it first to his father and then his mother. Dressed in only a black short, his chest was covered in mud from his journey into the woods, his hair sticking up in all directions from all the running and tumbling he had done in the bushes. Little ears peeked out of his dirty blonde locks and his brown eyes were alight with excitement as he ran through the trees and over the roots that hung from them in the forest floor like vines of a vineyard. He had been in this part of the forest almost every day for weeks now, just exploring and playing and getting a bit lost.

But he did not have the time to get lost today. Today, he was going to be on top of the world when he showed the bunny off to his father, and the people at school tomorrow. He had a smile stretched on his face as he continued onwards, his little legs pumped more and more quickly toward his goal until he came upon the familiar large clearing. Then he broke out into a sprint, skidding to a stop and staring with big round eyes at the scene before him, breathless from all the running.

In front of him stood two giant men standing tall, dressed in heavy robes and armed with long spears and swords. They were speaking to someone and the little boy stood there, waiting for them to leave. His heart beat fast with excitement and anticipation as he waited, bouncing impatiently. When they finally stepped away, looking over their shoulders and flashing him a warm smile, the little boy took one last look at them, waving goodbye and taking off once again toward the last man left standing there.

His father was standing there, watching as he drew nearer. The boy slowed down slightly as he neared the man, grinning sheepishly.

He puffed out his chest proudly, "I caught a bunny!" Then, his expression fell and he lowered his head when his father didn't even appear to acknowledge him. He didn't even look like he heard what he had said. The little boy watched with sad eyes as the man turned and walked the other way, leaving him alone in the small clearing. He sighed and trudged back home by himself. The rabbit would probably die anyway. Why would anyone want something so small and dumb anyway? His little mind wandered, he had tears blurring his vision as he made his way home, and a little pout sat on his lips. His stomach was growling and he was starving, but all he wanted was his father's approval, his acknowledgment of his existence. He caught his first prey and he didn't even get any praise for it. What kind of a father would treat his child with such coldness? He had witnessed other cubs and their parents when they caught their first prey.

A cub's first catch is celebrated like their first birthday. He never gets any of these special moments with his father. His mother seems to always be occupied with her spells and secrets, she always told him she would fix the world someday and they won't have to be sad anymore.

"Listen here son, the world is full of evil, there is wickedness in the heart of all these Weres roaming the earth, and one day my spell will be so strong to silence them all for good, this way they will not have the ability to hurt us anymore!" Her words.

He's heard her say those words once too many times. They were beginning to sound like a broken record, a word of a drunk woman.

He remembered asking her about himself, "I'm a Were too, would you also get rid of me?" She had looked at him that day as if he had spoken blasphemy.

"Of course not, you're my lovely boy, the Werewolves are the problem we all have, they left your father in this condition, Werewolves, and the Witches, they need to be eradicated!"

He grew up hearing those words like gospel. But at least she cares enough about him to take time out of her spell mastering to look after him. Make him food and ask if he had a rough time at school. She was present in his life, unlike his father.