Vixen

Chapter One

Chapter One - Not edited. 

I had woken up dazed and confused. A sharp pain raced up my back, and I grimaced. The last thing I remembered was going for a refreshing run and arguing with Jack. The room around me was spinning outrageously, and I could barely make out anything. 

They drugged us, my wolf whispered. We're in the barn now.

I couldn't even comprehend how they could have gotten to us so fast-- we were incredibly away from the pack village. Why didn't I have any recollection of what had hapepned?

"Cora of Gates," My eyes snapped to face the voice taking my mind away from my muddled thoughts. There sat Alpha Xavier with a smug expression painted across his features. 

"You are being put to trial," His voice echoed throughout the building. Silence responded back to him. The whole adult population of the pack had showed their snouts. Not a single one of them would dare speak for me. They wouldn't want to put themselves in a compromising situation. I was an omega wolf, and omegas stood alone. There was a reason we were outsiders after all. 

Suddenly, I was being forced out of my crumpled position causing pain to circle through my body.  The two wolves shoved me with uneeded force onto a wooden chair. As far as wolf trials went, usually, the judge was the Alpha and he stood before everyone radiating power. His word goes,  the  chairmen; the Beta, Charlie and Delta all disagreed with him. All the other wolves present were either here for entertainment or for speaking in or against my defense. Their speeches never did much help since the Alpha normally had his mind made up when he first issued the trial. 

As soon as my world stopped rapidly swirling, I focused in on the sea of neverending faces. Families sat together, shifting their eyes and whispering. If it weren't for the dull ache inside me I would have fine tuned into their conversation. They were all probably saying that it was about time the poor little omega wolf was put to trial. They all thought I was too rebellious, but no one wanted to step up and raise me as their own. I didn't have anyone to drill the rules of the pack into my mind as a youngster. 

Everyone was silenced by an Alpha Command. He held the power to control others and to get them to do what he wanted to.  There wasn't even the sound of breathing in the room. With everyone hushed, the Beta stood up and read my public information to the crowd. He started addressing my name, birth, house, and everything in between. 

There wasn't much to me. I should have felt relieved that they didn't have any dirt on me, yetI felt anything but. Most of the reason behind their distaste for me was because no one knew where I was from. I could have been from an enemy pack, born to be a spy. The devil's apprentice. 

By nature wolves were very loyal to one another, and not very fond of outsiders. Even though I grew up with this pack around me my entire life none of them still trusted me. They all looked at me as if I was going to turn on them at any given moment. Their lack of trust and individuality disgusted me. Just because the Alpha had a bone to pick with me didn't mean the rest of them had to, too.

"Cora of Gates is being tried for disloyalty to this pack," Beta Marshall stated bleakly. I rolled my eyes at him. Disloyalty was a stretch. 

Disloyalty, my wolf scoffed. We could have done a lot more damage in regards to disloyalty.

Running off after curfew was considered disloyal to the pack? I wasn't going to deny that I bent the rules and bit back a little, but it wasn't like I actually did any real harm. I never once turned my back on them, yet here they were turning all their pelts on me.

The Beta, Charlie and Delta dicussed my punishment and innocence with the crowd. The wolves were quiet, too meek to talk. The ones who did exaggerated my behaviors. Apparently I had stolen hunts, food, among other things. All of this was just ridiculous. Where was the proof? Was there blood on my paws? They were convicting me of things I had never even considered doing! I gave up listening since wasn't a chance for me, and honestly, I was starting to revel in the idea that I would soon be free. Freedom called for me, welcoming me with open arms.