The Hybrid's Love Story (boyxboy)

Chapter Three: I Deal with the Cruelness of Fate Daily

Cooper's POV:

After I heard the "amazing" news, I went to the back of the campus to throw up. The reason this is going to be so hard is that Dylan and I were once best friends at. We were with each other so much you would have thought we were connected at the hip. I remember us playing all the time in the field, playing with other pups, watching tv, or playing card games. I don't know how I remember these considered I was four and he was seven. My eyes betrayed me as I felt tears threatening to spill, I was forced to rapidly blink to blink away tears. Nostalgia is a bitch. We were happier back then, not "we" as in Dylan and me, no, we as in my brothers, the pack, Dylan, and I. The death of my parents was not the reason for Dylan and I's division, I have the emotional trauma and pain to prove it as well. When we are born their individual wolf needs time to mature and gain strength. This means that until age 13, pups are basically more advanced humans. Wolf blood runs through our veins which means we develop faster. However, I remember being able to talk to my wolf even at the age of four, maybe even three. People thought I had an imaginary friend, but I could vividly see him prancing around in my head. The only reason I remember this is that it was the only time I heard his voice, Axel's, it was deep, but he always softened it when he talked to me. He acted as if he was my protector. What happened to us, Axel? What really baffles me is when I shifted, instead of the purple wolf I am today, I shifted into a mahogany brown omega wolf; I still do not understand this phenomenon, how does a tall, purple, red-eyed, and muscular wolf that exudes more power than an Alpha turn into its complete opposite? Do I have a bipolar wolf? When I asked Axel about this he simply grunted and stated that I should not question or investigate ungraspable concepts.

I knew better than to try and find research on this subject again or try to harass Axel until he tells me. I tried both and they both failed. After my first shift Dylan stopped talking to me, he ignored me and hung out with his other friends, so the day before he left for Russia, I asked him why he stopped being friends with me. He responded by telling I was a weak, worthless, a runt and a disgrace to our pack. That the health of our relationship has no significant future effects on the pack. "This means our relationship is of no importance, I hereby terminate any personal interactions between the two of us" was his final words to me. To say I was crushed was an understatement, he was the glue to keep the pieces of my heart together. My brothers had disowned me after they saw I was an omega, my parents died eight years prior, and now the one holding my heart together grabbed a sled-hammer and shattered it.

This all seemed so surreal to me, how did time fly so fast that I did not notice Dylan was coming home. Am I prepared for him mentally, physically, or emotionally, I honestly don't know. How much time do I have before he comes back? I never heard them discuss that. I have two feasible options: to snoop around and find what date he will arrive then avoid him like the plague or leave. The first is easier and safer, the second I attempt to escape to a rouge territory to the Freeland, I will be hunted and killed. How do I know for certain they will hunt me down like a rabbit? They told me straight out. The only reason I am still in the pack currently is because they would oppose the Elder Council if they banished me without probable cause. The Elder Council is made of the cruelest and strongest wolves throughout the centuries; standing in their court has an Alpha wetting his pants, opposing them is a whole other level of scary.

I start my walk home, without playing my music, to just enjoy nature; the calmness of the trees as the winds give the leaves a gentle push towards one direction, then encourage them to sway the other way; the violet-colored flower petals spreading in an array of beauty while new one's blossom; the blue jays chirping their happy songs in unison; the grass a luscious dark green that almost stops to your ankles; the dead body lifeless in the middle of the pavement- WAIT WHAT THE HELL?! I am obligated, like any other supernatural, to inspect the body to make sure this is not supernaturally related in any way before reporting it to the authorities. As I slowly approach it, my breath hitches as if it was paralyzed by fear. It was a female, she was thin and looked to be about 18 or 19. The sight was gruesome, her neck was snapped in half in a way that her head cascaded below her left shoulder. As I look down her body, I feel the bile in my stomach start to rise again, her right arm and left leg are missing. It looks as if something ate them off, I can see the teeth marks on the remnants of her arm and leg. What scared me was I heard her voice, she was pleading for me to help her, how am I hearing her voice?! It was soft as a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear it and it petrified me. I was trembling as I dialed the three longest digits in my life, nine-one-one. As I turn on my phone, my clock in big white says "2:00", this was when I realized I was soon about to join this girl in the afterlife.