Yin Yang | Randy

Chapter One

Andy's POV

My black paws step stealthily through the dried and cracking mud. Dull green grass was starting to grow through the cracks, struggling until next rainfall. Although it wouldn't be long until England's natural weather starts pouring down.

My wolf didn't exactly enjoy the rain, unlike normal wolves, it meant sneaking through wet muddy puddles while water stormed down on us. Soaking our freshly groomed fur and causing it to get sticky, not only that but we would be trapped in the open with rain oozing down; decreasing our senses.

Unless we managed to find shelter under a broken tree but usually luck wouldn't be in our favour and we'd be stuck in a strong down pour, freezing to death.

Sticking around wasn't an opinion so if a safe place was found, there was no way I could remain there long. Other wolves, stronger and larger, wouldn't think twice before chasing me away.

Rarely do rogue wolves as weak as me survive long without a pack beside them but I deal with it. Not very well but I'm alive, barely.

My whole life I've grew up with only my wolf as comfort. Even my own parents didn't want me, I've had to learn everything on my own.

Hunting, fighting, shifting. If not, I would be hurt.

My tiny puppy form couldn't defend itself, the only thing I could do was flee or pray the beatings would end soon.

I've only lived as long as I have thanks to my ability to flee. Lacking personal pride came in handy whenever a fight took place instead of getting tore apart, I ran away. A large amount of wolves would've stuck around to show dominance.

I'm a runt as well as an omega, my wolf form was tiny and I was always getting towered over. Even in human form, I sized under the average height of a male my age.

Sniffing, I came across no scents of food. Others wolves were strongly scented as they roamed around from the neighboring packs.

I was currently sneaking between two bordering packs, I was only aware of one's name but everyone did so it wasn't surprising.

The Beaumont's Pack. Largest growing pack known in the werewolf kingdom and no one dared fighting their leaders.

It was ruled by three Alpha males, father and two sons.

I didn't know too much about them apart from they were all contained unthinkable power. Their pack was clearly set for life having such strong Alphas for protection meant there was very little chance of attacks.

They had the best hunting grounds and all I could smell was how inviting the migrating deers smelt like. Of course, the only placed they stopped at was The Beaumont's Land as the grass grew wildly there.

I turned to the right of me as I got closer to the big pack. The deer's scent was overwhelming and made my stomach growl loudly.

I haven't eaten in about a week, dry lands means no food. At this point, hunger has become a second nature to me but I haven't gone this long without eating in a while. Usually a bunny or something would've come running by me but not recently.

Food sources has become less and less, this pack lands though is still thriving.

I was standing by the edge of the land, thinking things over. The pack might not notice a single deer missing, I could sneak in and be gone before anyone knew about it.

Gulping down I flatten my ears and lift my body further down into the floor, attempting to mask my scent I head in the opposite direction of the wind.