Silver Eyes

1- The Impossible Choice

Being an Omega wasn't what I expected to be when I shifted...but it's what I am.

Most Omegas are smaller, physically weaker, and less connected to their inner wolves. They are discouraged from ever shifting into their wolf forms by the idea it will always be painful for them. That a weakly ranked wolf serves no use in a pack...

At least, that's what the Alpha of my pack preaches to us...that in our pack we should never shift and just be grateful we aren't beaten like living, breathing punching bags. That in other packs Omegas aren't just servants but the chew toys of stronger wolves...and occasionally the playthings.

I call bullshit on that daily...as well as my wolf Ares. There isn't a day he doesn't growl in my head that no wolf has a right to treat us this way, especially not an Alpha. That we were born to be more than a maid to an Old fashioned Alpha...and that the proof lies in ourselves.

After the first shift, I didn't feel pain when I changed...and our wolf form is much bigger than any Omega in the pack. Whenever Alpha Samson barks orders at me, I have to fight the almost primitive urge to tear his throat out for disrespecting me...something no Omega would even consider thinking about, much less fight the urge to do.

But it doesn't change anything though, in the Black Sun pack, where traditions are old fashioned and strict...having an Omega as a mother and an unknown father makes you the bottom of the totem pole...with no way to climb higher.

~Omega Kane, go to town and get groceries, there's going to be a celebration. And you are going to cook with the other Omegas.~

Alpha Samson's voice echoes loudly in my skull, making me wince as I hold back Ares's vile protests and vicious growls.

~Of course, Alpha Samson.~

The words taste like bile on my tongue, and Ares questions my cowardice. Claiming we could take him on without a problem, that he wouldn't stand a chance against us in a real fight...but a small part of me severely doubts it.

"Kane? Are you ready to go? He wants us back within a couple of hours."

A soft voice comes from below my gaze, and I look down to see my closest friend in the pack, a sweet girl named Maka who is also an Omega here. Her long black hair reaches her waist, her soft tan skin stretching taunt over her high cheekbones. Her soft hazel eyes the color of new moss always seem to wander through the forest, and her ears always seem to catch everything.

"Yes, I am Maka. Lets go."

The soft blush whenever I say her name appears on her cheeks, the rosy color a sure sign that she wants me desperately to be her mate...but as beautiful as she is, all I feel towards her is friendship...and a protective older brother role.

Besides...I don't even know if I want a mate. Any mate of mine would be dragged down by my Omega status, the only wolves who wouldn't are ranked Alpha or Beta...but any wolf with that status would most definitely reject me because of mine.

It's a losing battle...a definite lose-lose situation.

I walk quietly towards the car, an equally silent Maka by my side. I slide into the SUV and crank it up, driving down the dirt path that leads to the road. Maka fiddles with a slip of paper in her hands, no doubt the grocery list for tonight's celebration.

Maka, like me, is stronger than the other Omegas and despite her shy exterior, she is actually quite outgoing when we aren't in the presence of most of the pack. She's admitted her shifts aren't painful, and that her wolf doesn't like it when the higher up wolves boss her around. She's admitted that even though she barely tolerates Alpha Samson, orders from everyone from Beta Thomas and lower ticks her wolf off.