Unleash

Prologue

The mother lay on the bed, grunting with the pressure building in her abdomen.

"He's a strong one, I can feel it." She groaned out to no one in particular. Her short black hair was slicked back from sweat which in turn exposed her face; angular, beautiful if not for the harsh lines etched into her forehead. Worry lines from a permanent scowl.

"Of course he is. The first are always the best and it's not like we would bear anything other than the best." The woman's husband scoffed in agreement. He was a broad and insanely tall man of 30, which by their societies standards was a very late age to have a first born. This fact brought him much shame. Many things brought him shame for he was a traditional man. 

The woman screamed, head tilted to the moon. Head tilted towards the Goddess in which she found strength from. Her only gratification from this experience was her future child, one who would rule as his parents have done.

There is no way to describe the pain of child birth. The contractions which cause everlasting stabs to your stomach. The pain had her writhing, flailing. It flowed throughout her body and curled around her heart. 

"He's crowning! Almost out!" The doctor said. He was an older man of 60, a small town doctor who's chest was permanently puffed out with the pride of delivering his Alpha's baby. It was an honor to him.

Her pain palpitated, it was a push and pull of a strong wave. In and out, it would dissolve only to come back with vengeance a moment later. It was ruthless. Life was ruthless. Faith was ruthless. She let out a bestial scream as her child's writhing body detached from her own. 

The woman took a deep breath, she smelt blood, and other indistinguishable scents. One scent prevailed though, the stench of human. She wanted to gag.

"Something's wrong." She said abruptly as the doctor began to clean her child. A finger a dread slid down her spine. She sat up quickly and pointed at her child. "Something is wrong with him!" She wailed, the sound echoing off the white plaster walls. 

"Everything is alright! He is healthy, eight pounds, three ounces." He muttered, "Nurse! Come write this down." The doctor flitted about the room, obviously flustered. Her husband pushed back his wife's sweaty hair and patted her head, oblivious. She swatted his hand away after a few pats; a mothers scorn.

"No! Smell him! It's human!" She screeched, obviously disgusted with the idea. Her husband stiffened, was this not his child? The doctor paused, his hand frozen midway of cleaning the baby. Both the men smelled the air.

The husband sighed slightly. Underneath the stench of human was the distinct smell of his blood rushing through the child's veins. The doctor placed the child on the metal counter and took a few steps back. 

"I-I don't understand. In all my years I never-" He muttered, mouth ajar from shock. The child suddenly opened his eyes, causing the husband to spring into action. He approached the small baby, and peered down. Familiar unearthly blue eyes peered up at him...familiar because him and all the other first born children in his families line have the same pair. 

The mother screamed, the father shook his head. 

"This isn't our child!" He growled in denial.. Fur painfully pushed out of skin, sharp canines flashed, bursting through his gums. 

"Get him away! Away!" The mother screamed, sobbed, wailed. Why would this happen? How did this happen?

"The Goddess has given you this child and-" The doctor started, his devotion for Her overriding his devotion to his Alpha.

"Fuck the Goddess." The husband said unceremoniously, disgusted with this child wearing his eyes. The doctor looked at him, mouth parted in shock. 

"Take him away! Please! Kill him!" The mother demanded, coming up with any possible solution. She wanted the child away. Oh the shame this will bring on her husband's lineage. Shame filled her to the brim, along with disgust. How could she, a Luna, bring a worthless human into this world? Unheard of. 

"I-I-," The doctor stuttered, an old habit, "kill him?"

The husband broke out of his initial shock and stated, "Kill him already. He is a disgust and a shameful mark on his family." He sniffed. Did the Goddess have no mercy? Had they not been good leaders?

"I can't-I-" The doctor was dumbfounded, it was an immoral request. 

"Are you stupid? Don't you have a PhD? We said kill him, I expect you to kill him." The husband said maliciously, finally stepping up to the plate while his wife sobbed on the bed. The husband began to stalk towards the doctor, until he lashed out, grabbing him by the neck.

"Please! Please!" The doctor choked out, and tried feebly to claw the mans hand off with no avail. Alpha wolves are too strong, and doctors are too weak.

"You will dispose of him, and not breath a single word of this." The husband began, "I think you know what will happen if you talk." He chuckled darkly. The doctor did know, and he wouldn't let that happen. 

"I'll do it! Please let go!" The man released and the doctor fell to the floor with a thud of finality. 

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The couple left a few hours later, with a plan formed to cover their tracks. The shame of conceiving a human child was burned into their minds and hearts. 

The doctor was conflicted. Disobedience was burning the blood in his veins, disobeying an Alpha is against his wolf's instincts. But he was a doctor...and a doctor cannot end a life like this.

Instead he drove, who knows how long. Far away from this land, to a place his Alpha and Luna would not touch. He took the infant, only a few days old, and swaddled him in a blue blanket. He carefully wrote a letter, for anyone who was to find the child. It explained things; date of birth, heath status, and a made up reason for why he was in the forest. 

He placed the baby in a basket, and left him at the base of a huge oak tree. He knew his goddess would prevail in this situation...she would help this child, this anomaly. The last thing he saw before he walked away were two unearthly blue eyes staring at him.