Fuck You.. Fate

Chapter 5..Sneer, On The Thought Of Me..

"..Esaki...

The city of skyscrapers; buildings as high as the sky, and people as kind as God could make anyone to be.

Covered in big patches of greenery, Esaki is surrounded by the dangerous jungles of Meourné, by all sides, yet the city is void of any danger towards anyone, both in context of outer attacks or inner civil conflicts. The safe heaven that other packs wished to become, but never could, was exactly what the City of Esaki was..."

"..For as many centuries as there is a record of, Esaki had been ruled by pure blood Alpha and Omega leaders..meaning that the city has been under the rule of A ranked alphas and O-B rank omegas, Dominant and Sympathetic leaders who guaranteed Success and prosperity in whatever they contributed in.

Although the luna positions have been awarded to O-B rank omegas, by pure luck or destiny, Heirs have always been produced through O rank omegas who become the empire's Godparents, and are given much more respect to, even more than the alpha and the luna leaders themselves.

Esaki has been ruled through hierarchy, by The Family of The Pantheons..High ranked Nobles who are worshipped by the commoners, and are considered the Prophets of God.."

A shiver runs down the body of Syren, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he recalls the distant story that his Grandmother had told him about Esaki...about him..and unwanted memories came crushing on his oblivious heart.

"..Foolish people, aren't they?"

She had breathed out in a sign of sarcasm, but Syren had seen right through her..when her bottom lip had quivered and her hands had shook just a little bit, in a single attempt to keep herself from shivering uncontrollably..

"..I never believed it, dear Syren..and so mustn't you. No person can be so good, and people hide behind fake masks all the time.."

Her voice had carried the littlest hint of fear, and Syren had wondered what had gone so wrong that she didn't side with everyone other In this context.

"You will know it all..one day..my dear, but I wish you don't.."

She had whispered in his ears, her body much more delicate and worn out than any other wolf he had ever seen, and then she had kissed his forehead before his eyes closed themselves in the deepest slumbers...

The next morning, She cut herself dead...

Syren woke up with a loud cry.. Breathing and panting as he shook on the bed that held him covered in it's warmth.

Hands flew out to touch him, and Syren flinched back just as sharply. He tried to open his eyes, his hands hitting around but realized he could see nothing, for tears kept blurring his vision.

In the back of his head, he could still remember clearly, the dead body of his grandmother, her white clothes covered in gloomy shades of red..and all he could do was sob and cry, and shiver as if he was anyone but Syren.

And he flinched even more, as warmth engulfed him and pheromones attacked him right from his nose and up to the back of his head..and soon, things started to get better..his heart beat slowed down and the shivering stopped gradually, and all that was left was a sniffing mess in the arms of the stranger, whose voice brought him Uncontrollable shivers.

"It's alright..You're all safe and good..hush..everything's fine.."

Like coal rubbing together, It felt as if it had been ages since the man had talked, the roughness in his voice present even in the most whispered sentences.