Alpha Trials

One

^Up there is Genesis Rodriguez, a headcanon of how Caoimhe looks like, except her eyes are supposed to be bright blue, as described in the Prologue.

Actually in this story, all wolven people have bright blue eyes regardless of race. Simply because no natural purebred wolf has blue eyes (don't fight me on this, I've -somewhat- researched), so I thought, hey, why not make it the discerning trait of werewolves.

So, yeah... this is the first chapter. Hope you like~

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At Present

Pack Eta was a wolf community with a considerable amount of land. Though still hidden from the world of mundanes, it was situated near a town of humans. And living so close to those backward creatures for so many generations certainly influenced their pack wolves' way of thinking.

Truthfully, there were no issues in the wolven community about taking human mates. Lupines very much outnumber Lycans nowadays, after all.

The problem was that Eta wolves took on human mentality of misogynistic bigotry and it became the cause of their downfall as a pack. When their previous Alpha Couple untimely passed away, their only child – a daughter – was supposed to become the next Alpha Female.

She was trained all her life for that role after all.

And yet, the pack as a whole decided that because she was female, she was unfit for the job. Regardless of the fact that she was a Lycan, or the fact that she was the only Alpha wolf in their pack, they worked together to trap her, even scar her body with silver, and left her for dead in a neutral territory where rogues ran loose.

The leader of said mutiny apparently then became their new 'alpha.'

But Alphas are born, not made. That was one of the absolute laws of their world.

A pack without a proper Alpha would no longer be recognized by the wolven community as a pack. They were merely a large gathering of rogues, a possible threat to the neighboring packs.

And so the Council declared that unless an Alpha, whether their banished Alpha Female or not, took over Eta, its termination of pack rights was inevitable.

Unfortunately for them, the Moon condemns the treacherous.

Deteriorating sanity was the fate of wolves without at least one Alpha ruling them. It was another of the many laws of the world engraved in them.

According to some insider's report, Eta wolves have been observed to cross borders to hunt in other packs' territories, only to return with their tails tucked in between their legs when chased off by patrols. There were also reports about their warriors taking out their frustration on pups, with the mothers tolerating it.

Their scents have changed, too. They had started losing their pack's scent – because the pack's scent came with the Alpha – and were each beginning to smell as feral wolves, which were typical rogue traits.

In conclusion, the wolven community decided to stop prolonging the inevitable.

"Is this your final decision?" Alpha Rodion of Pack Centauri asked. He appeared disinterested, already knowing the outcome of this certain trial, and gave no sympathy for the Eta wolves. This trial was held only for formality's sake.

Caoimhe stood her ground and eyed the wolves she once called packmates. Traitors and cowards, all of them. The wolves that had tried to help her before were not present, probably exiled or murdered long ago after her own banishment. Those left behind had made their bed, and this was the result. Petty revenge or not, this was the way of wolves. "This is my final decision," she said. "I am renouncing my ties to Pack Eta."