Omega's Little Witch

:Chapter 2:

:Andrew: 

I was sitting peacefully in my room. Nah, I was creating a new prank designed for my playboy brother Rory. 'Rory had it coming anyway.' 'I know Midnight he did.' Midnight and I were in a very bad situation a few days ago.

A very hormonal she-wolf came declaring that Rory was her soul-mate. Rory said she was a one-time thing and he had a mate out there that he'd do the deed with. Yeah we had to deal with her and she called us a stupid fucking freak of nature omega.

Yes I was an omega, take it in. But I had alpha blood running through me and it always would which was why I didn't roll down and take beatings. Me being an omega was not hereditary. My parents were the Alpha and Luna of Black Crescent Moon but the way I was born made me an omega.

I was a twin. An identical twin. My other half is Dalton, next-in-line to be alpha since he had the most darkest coat so far. At first I didn't like Dalton when we shifted but I got over myself. It wasn't Dalton's fault he received the alpha gene and I received the omega gene.

'Move on and get over it. Ash and Dalton is sorta our second half, sorta. Plus he scares off the bullies. Cough, cough Trace, cough, cough.' 'Don't forget the occasional pack slut.' Midnight nodded. If they weren't girls I would of fought back.

Pack sluts were the worst in my opinion. They sleep around with wolves. They usually don't find mates for awhile. Most wolves don't want want to mate with them so the wolf rejects them and looks for a better mate. 'The endless hunt for the perfect woman or man.'

I hadn't found my mate yet. It'd probably be some omega girl and I didn't want to mate with an omega. I had no desire to mate with an omega. Upper rankings was better even a warrior would suit me. But someone who didn't take things like most omega's did.

There was a pounding of shoes before a knock at my door. "Come in." I said and the door opened and Dalton walked in. "Rogues." Dalton said simply. "Where?" I asked pushing myself up and looking at him. "About two miles out. Dad says to shift and get down there." Dalton said before walking out.

'There has been a recent activity of rogues. Do you think they are planning something?' 'Might be but the best action is to get it rid of as soon as possible.' With that I pushed myself up and went downstairs. I went downstairs where my family was.

My mom was sitting quietly with a needle in her hand. Getting ready for her dosage of drugs. My mom was pregnant not a drug addict. The shift can kill the baby so the she-wolf is drugged for ten months to keep the wolf down. The shift after is painful but my mom says it was worth it.

The drugs is to keep the her wolf down. Dalton sat near the table quietly as they talked about going after the rogues. Soon we went outside and I let my shift take over. My wolf was nearly identical to Dalton's except I had a white spot on my chest nearly a stripe.

It depended on the season. In the winter it seemed to be a dot as my fur grew. In the summer you could see the stripe fully. 'I like to believe our fur color is a unique color.' My dad took off first his wolf form larger than all of ours. Nico our brother one year younger went last. It was for his own reasons. Nico was the fastest here and he was solid white with a few black hairs on his right paw. He was like our mom, a Whitewolf. So he was fast and had fast healing too.

The rest of us were a mixture or black. Rory had a dark grey wolf with a white chest. Rodney was a dark grey with hints of brown and white. Then Dalton was solid black like out dad. He was also just as stocky as Rory was. 

Nico was more lean and built for speed as Dalton was built more for strength. But that didn't mean we were slow. If desired we could top up at 30 MPH. Wolves were fast after all for a reason. They had to be able to chase the prey they hunt.

'Werewolves are just the same. Except we are wolf and man. You man and I wolf.' My paws dug up the fall dirt along with the leaves of red, orange and other fall colors. Halloween was approaching which was my favorite time of year. Full of pranks for all those annoying teenagers who came.

Dalton went trick or treating for me and split the candy. The candy he didn't like I liked. But that's how Halloween went. While running the scent of rogues hit my nose quickly. Rogues smelled horrible. Of death and a rabid animal. I never liked rogues.

Very few could be brought back. But some could Nico is a living example of rogue turned pack wolf. A story of his own to tell. Another scent hit my nose. Pumpkins and cinnamon, the scent of Dalton's mate. His human mate Isabella which was not a good combination.

If she found out about the supernatural world through an attack she might be scarred. I liked her too. She was cool and I could tell she was a prankster herself. The smirk she had on her face spoke lengths. 'She could even be our pranking buddy.' I nodded as we came into a clearing.

Numerous rogues were around with a few dead. Isabella was wrestling with a wolf on top of her trying to rip her throat out. Dalton went flying at it but a rogue beat her too it and ripped the current rogue off which confused everyone. Isabella held a freaking dagger in her hand.

Dalton went after said rogue and our little pack broke up. Another scent came in and it was like an aphrodisiac. It was lavender and cedar wood along with the smell of magik. 

Usually I'd be curious but I wanted to know where it was coming from. A rogue was bounding towards me and I jumped at it and snapped it's legs and tore out some of it's neck before trotting off towards the scent. 'It's so good. What the hell is it?'

I could hear the sounds of battle behind me. Isabella had gotten up and went behind her bike. "Isabella!" A female voice yelled and my gaze shifted over to a redhead girl running down. She wore a cat dress with rips in it and twigs stuck in her hair.

She was beautiful. Her eyes were a deep forest green and her hair a vibrant curly red. Only one word went through both Midnight and I's head upon seeing her. 'Mate.' She tripped and Isabella went running and forced her up. "Come on Orchid we need to get out of here before they recognize us." Isabella said.

No.

I took off towards them as the last rogues were taken care of. Dalton trotted over and shifted. 'Yes just shift and make them pass off.' Isabella narrowed her eyes at him. "You seem so calm." Dalton said. "We aren't idiots." The redhead said.

Isabella sighed. "You all are werewolves and they were rogues." 

1253. Yeah I went over and read some of Satan's Assassin for this. Some changing of course. But I tried. Until next time changing marshmallows.