I just don't fit in with this pack anymore. I watch them all from afar, everyday. The pups scampering about early as sunlight breaks over the clearing. The first patrol sent out to fell a deer, muscles rippling and the scent of blood already in the air as they weave away through the fir trees. And the alphas, in meeting with their betas and gammas. I'm not worth to look at them anymore. I'm so low in the ranks now, it's laughable. Parents dead, brother disappeared, and no mate or pups to further the blood of the pack. The Starl Woods Pack, as we're known formally, though most just call us Starl. I should say them, really, because today's the day. I've decided; I'm leaving the pack.
It's really the only thing that makes sense; I've fallen farther in the rankings since my brother disappeared. His name was Flyniel, and he had a lovely coat of orange fur. Quite popular with the girls. Doting to me. And then one day, he vanished. We settled down to sleep together, and when I woke he had gone. There were reports of blood on the river's boulders, but no one knows if it was his. I certainly don't, and it's not been the same since he's been gone. They used treat me better, because they liked my brother. Now, I'm basically one step removed from omega.
Case in point. One of the gammas, Snoven, breaks away from their meeting and marches over to where I'm sitting. Before I can even form a greeting, I receive a sharp nip to the ear.
"Hey!" I stand up quickly, wincing at the pain. Snoven glares at me. "Holstin, you were supposed to report to pup-watching duty!"
"I-"
"Just get on it!" Mr. Angry Brown Eyebrows trots off, back to his all important meeting.
Now, don't get me wrong. Out of the three packs, Starl Woods is the best. Lots of pups and safety, and most of us get along. I'm thankful to the stars that I wasn't born into the Darough Pack. They have a history of death, to say the least. But I'm not feeling at home here, anymore.
You want me to pup-sit, Snoven? Fine, I'll get right on that. Oh, what's that? You pups need something from outside the territory, really far away? How unfortunate. I guess I'll have get on that. Life is so hard.
Goodbye, Starl Pack. Good luck, me.
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A/N: I hope to update once a week, ~500 words. We'll see :P
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A Golden Hope (a wolf pack story)
PertualanganDISCLAIMER: I know this story is subpar. Read if you want :P Holstin is an ordinary member of the Starl Woods Pack, until she up and decides to leave and start her own. She's tired of being treated like an omega, and so sets out on a glorious adven...
