The Alpha's Brother

Intro.

17 years ago my brother Tyler and I were born. We were born into one of the most powerful werewolf packs in the world. My brother and I are twins, and I just happen to be two minutes older than him; granting me the title as next Alpha. You could say our lives are amazing. They were. My younger brother Tate was born a year later. That’s when our lives went into a downward spiral. Our mother died giving birth to Tate, and my father always blamed him for her death. Even though Tyler and I were still mere infants, I remember it like a book. My father ran off shortly after his birth not being able to cope with the death of his mate, his wife, his lover. He killed himself. That left my brothers and I orphans. We were taken care of by my father’s Beta, Marcus. As time grew on Marcus grew cold and bitter. He would beat and abuse my brothers and do other things to me as well. I am no longer pure and am worth nothing. I grew tired of be treated this way, so when Tyler and I turned 10 we took Tate and we left. We became rouges. We fought for our lives every day, but we were determined. We grew stronger. And with this strength came hostility, we trained ourselves to become the warriors that our mother would be proud to bear as children. Even though she wasn’t there physically she was there mentally. She was my only constant. She is the moon and I am her star. She is my Luna Omega. As twins Tyler and I share a strong bond. We can feel what the other feels, we know when the other is hurting, and so on. Tate has also become part of that bond. We are each other. No one knows the other better then we each know ourselves. We are our own pack. We are family.

My Name is Tala Accalia Rezso. Which means red-famous-she-wolf. The pack I used to belong to used names as your guidance. It names your strengths. Tyler is a shield wolf, and Tate is a stalking-wolf cub. My name pretty much describes who I am. I came from a famous wolf pack, I am a she-wolf, and when I am in wolf form my coat is red.  

As years pass, we grew older, we matured. But we still haven’t found a willing pack to take in three orphans. We finally crossed the US, and settled down in San Diego, CA. As the eldest both Tyler and I work, and Tate goes to school full time. We have a small flat by the ocean for under 100 dollars a month. We live a pretty normal life. As normal as I can make it. We live. We survive. Therefore we cannot die.