Alpha Omega

Boys will be Boys

The yard outside is massive, after all, over 700 werewolves use it. There is an abundance of wooded area surrounding the pack house and a river and even an entire mountain and valley are included in our reserve. Don't ask me how the humans haven't figured out a pack of wolves is living here, I guess they are either willfully stupid or brain-dead. I mean, they know wolves populate the area but they can't seem to agree on what species and, while they know there is a massive Mansion situated right in the middle of the area, they think it's a resort! Dumbnuggets!

I wander outside, trying to look casual next to my two mates. I can feel people's eyes on me, while others are ignoring me just the same as if I was an Omega running errands. I peek at Ty out of the corner of my eyes. He's striding forward, almost like he's oblivious to the stares. I can see the subtle differences in him, the way he holds himself taller, he strides, not walks, and he looks exactly like the young, cocky Prince I envisioned. A flare of resentment rises up, the same that I'd usually feel when I considered the faceless royals before I met them. But my promise to them stops me from marching away. Instead, I find myself joining the staring crowd but instead of looking for a fearless leader like them, I'm looking for flaws. It's hard to find, in fact, it's impossible. But that's how I know my Baby-Blue is still in there. His posture is too relaxed, his face shows only a calm confidence, all so different from my energetic, passionate mate I've come to expect. That's how I know, it's still him.

The twins lead me through the fields, over to a large courtyard. I've always considered this particular courtyard pretty ugly, but it's the pride and joy of the novice wolves. The courtyard floor is a large patchwork made-up of cement, hard-packed dirt, grass, and cobblestone, all encompassed by knee-high wooden fencing with spiked vines growing through the slats. You can make up your own mind about it, but it's ugly.

This courtyard is meant for the Novice Psi Fighters, but it's also used by Delta's who are all required to learn at least basic defense in both Human and Wolf form. We Omega's don't get to learn how to defend ourselves, even though we're probably the ones who really need to learn, but we do get cleanup duty after the Delta's are done and we all know how to lock and load most of the armour, guns, and packs because we need to know how to clean them and fix them when a Delta breaks it. I'd be willing to bet I know more about a cross-bow than any Delta, even if I've never had a shooting instructor. Every now and then, when we know the coast is clear, Maven and I would host the Omega Olympics. I think Janet knew that we were lacing her grand dinners with Camomile and Lemon Grass to make the Pack a little more sleepy than normal and hopefully discourage any late-night practice with the weapons. She never commented though, nor did the incredibly light-sleeper wake on those particular nights when half the Omega's would sneak into bed in the early morning. The hardcore fighters would come out  to train regardless or drowsiness, but the Novice Courtyard, ugly as it is, was always deserted on those days, perfect for the Omega Olympics. We'd practice sword fighting and shooting crossbows and knife throwing and disassembling and then reassembling guns. Of course, we couldn't exactly shoot them, but it was like a covert mission that the entire group was in on. Even if we'd have been caught, learning how to protect each other, even if we used youtube to help, it was definitely worth it to stick it to the Pack while learning how to kick butt. Not that our little Ninja selves were ever caught.

"What are we doing here?" I ask as the boys lead me over to a square patch of grass probably only ten meters square, completely ignoring the increasingly heavy stares. 

Ty steps right up, blessing me with one of his mischievous grins. He holds his arms in front of him, legs apart and one in front of the other. I watch him skeptically, but he beckons me forward with two fingers. I can't help but smile back a little at him, it's contagious. I cross my arms, shaking my head despite my smile, and look up at Dom.