Omega

Part of the Pack

I couldn't believe what I had witnessed. Were they really werewolves? "But that's just silly," I thought. "There's no such thing as werewolves." I was so confused. I felt alexithymic (inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner). Suddenly I heard the cracking of a branch nearby. I was scared, for a number of reasons. I was scared it was my parents, finding out I wasn't at the party I told them I was at. I was scared it was one of the boys, ready to beat me up or something because I found out who they were. I was also scared it was some psychopathic serial killer, but that was the least of my worries. My heartbeat got faster with each beat. I could feel someone getting close to me. "It's alright, it's me."

"Toby? What the hell? Did you just-"

"Shhh..." Toby's famous arm grabbed me.

"Don't! Just let go of me!"

"Listen to me. You need to get the hell out of here, right now."

"No! I need answers!"

"I'm not going to tell you anything unless you get out of here now."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere until you give me answers, so suit yourself. You're a werewolf aren't you?"

"Luna, don't do this!" Toby went quiet.

"What even is Luna? What's Omega? What am I?" I questioned Toby.

"Fine. Just stop talking. Yes, I am a werewolf. Yes, your name is Luna. Yes, I do want things for you. Isn't that enough?"

"Whatever you want will never happen anyway, and as far as I am concerned, we are no longer friends. Goodbye Toby."

"I'm afraid it's not about what I want, it's about what's going to happen."

"What do you mean?"

"Luna, you're a werewolf too. I mean, you will be. Since you're sixteen now, in a few days you'll begin your transformation. For now that's all I can say. Please cooperate." Toby seemed sincere. I couldn't believe what he was telling me. I can't imagine being a werewolf! I'm blonde! I've never had to pluck in-between my brows, above my lip or anything.

"But I'm blonde." I said.

"That's what makes you so special. You won't be a dark wolf. You'll be a beautiful white wolf, like snow.

"Did you just call me beautiful?"

"Maybe. Now, you have to go home and meet me here tomorrow at 8pm. No question."

"I'll see you." I said. "Toby?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really mean that?"

"That's enough, you need sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."