Outcast And Forgotten.

Home life

"Oi! Runt! Get up!"
This was not my rugular wake-up call. My brother only woke me up if-
"Runt! Ma's workin' late an' I'm in charge!"
Yep. Mother was at her job. So it was normal to leave one of us in charge of waking the other. Most families would chose the eldest child, but not this one. Dispite being two years older, Hunter was always chosen to wake the household.
As I got up, the grumbles of our joint home rang throughout our home.
Because my family consisted of Hunter, Ma and me, we were considered 'too small' to have a house to ourselves, due to the small land my pack owned, we had to share. Not that I minded sharing with a family of cooks that loved cooking mouthwatering meals...

Sadly I was snapped out of my thoughts by my 'little' brother telling me to get up. So began another day.
First I changed into my favorite outfit, a loose white tee with a panda face, and black shorts. Then I used my white and black socks and gloves on. Finally I used my wind to touse my short thick cream hair. Now I was ready to face my brother and neighbors.

As soon as I entered the slightly cramped kichen, I soon started to sweat.
Reason for this: the chef family had entirely ginger hair. Every hair (or fur if you turn) has slightly different powers. My cream allowed me to control wind. Gingers can control fire (rare!) and give off a kind of wamth while Hunters grey colouring chilled the very air around them. Every summer I hug him. Lots. Hunter also has dark patches that gives him the ability to shoot dark blue energy blasts. Silver colours can glow slightly and bend light. They are one in a thousand and my best friend is one!
Once in a million, though, was a white. White's can heal themselves and others and shoot positive energy blasts that can easily take down a black fur. Super dooper rare.

Once more I was snapped out of my pointless thoughts from perfect bacon, eggs and a muffin being half thrown onto my plate. Num num.
"So Runt." I glanced up from my food and stared at him with my blind eye.

"You know that is creepy, runt. Stop looking at me like that. Anyway. I talked to Alpha and he says that my speed and endur-"
I soon relised this was all about how 'great and powerful' he was and slipped into my thoughts. But of course I once more I was slammed back into reality.
"-I am being chosen to be a Epsilon!"
This. Was NOT  what I was expecting. To be given a rank was a huge honor. Expect for Omega. Then I realized that the new Epsilon was still talking.
"Alpha also mentioned about you birthday coming up and hopes that you will find your mate. Not that we expect you to of course..."
That's right. Rules. The rules. My pack rules state that any 16 year old must have a mate withen the next two years.
Stupid rules.
Stupid rule makers for not accounting for runts.

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I am really sorry for not updating sooner... i have been busy with school... and other things... anyway. I am starting a werewolf story and hopefully it will not be that similar to other werewolf stories out there.