Yin Yang | Randy

Chapter Two

Rye's POV

Recently, one of my pack hunters reported an outcast roaming our lands. Stalking our prey and they said the wolf didn't seem much larger then a pup so they left us to deal with it; not wanting to go against the pack laws.

Killing pups, or youngsters who haven't fully grown, is one of our many rules. Even werewolves have limits and still have morals.

As the ruling Alpha in lowest command between me, Robbie and my dad, it meant I was the one to deal with trespassers.

Jack and Mikey, my loyal companions, decided to tag along. I could've managed without them but the run with them was more amusing then going alone. Plus rogues can be deceiving, you never know their plans. Back up wouldn't kill anyone, possibly the outsider but they came onto our land expecting this.

Snapping into my wolf form, my fluffy white wolf emerges. My wolf is much larger then a majority of others and causes wolves to submit easily.

Jack's black and white figure steps out from the castle before diverting into a sprint just as Mikey's scent becomes known. The light grey and white wolf pounces onto Jack as they tumble onto the floor like a bunch of puppies.

Growling and biting as they play in the long, fresh grass. I turn my head towards them and watch for a minute, curious to who will dominate the fight.

Jack and Mikey are evenly sized but Mikey's broader and contains more muscle. I was almost positive he'd become king between them but much to my surprise, it was Jack who pinned the lighter coloured wolf down.

Soon I realize we were wasting time and I growl at the two who instantly separate and stroll confidently towards me. Nodding my head off to the side, I hint for the two playful hounds to follow behind.

They nod, silently agreeing. We could talk through the pack bond but it was more effort then it was worth. Being friends for ages, we grew to create gestures for scenarios like this.

Usually a certain look would mean something only us three understand. It was pretty helpful.

As we start a long run to the intruder, I friendly acknowledge some of the pack mates who bow at the sight of me.

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The hunting wolf was midway through his task when we reach him. His scent screamed submissive male Omega, I couldn't sense any dominating ranks around him so I assumed he was unmated.

No Alpha, in the right mind, would leave their Omega to hunt alone with all the possibilities of getting hurt. Especially when the hunt is on another packs land.

The male's tactics were impeccable, I couldn't see a flaw. The only thing that needs improvement is his ability to sense danger, three Alphas double his size were watching him intensely while he remained oblivious.

The boy is alone. Mikey states, surprise written in his voice.

He's so small, surely he should have some kind of support. Jack pips in.

I stay quiet, inhaling the new comer's smell. It was intriguing and lingering. The boy was in need of suppressants, any rogue Alpha wouldn't think twice before bonding him with or without consent.

Rye, what should we do? Mikey asks, glancing in my direction. It was extremely rare an unmated Omega trespassed onto our land, the most shocking thing was: he didn't even attempt to mask his scent.

Or maybe he did but our natural Alpha senses were too strong to avoid being noticed by.

Let's just watch a moment. I respond, the two other wolves nod their understanding.

We all do our best to keep a low profile as the small Omega leaps onto the Doe's back. He clings onto it as the herd goes crazy, the deer starts bucking and bolting - desperate to be released.

The more movement it made, the more it became weaker as it eventually collapsed. As soon as the prey tumbled, defeat was almost guaranteed.

For such a small wolf, he would make a brilliant pack hunter. Shame the pair of us didn't meet in a different way.

Let's go.

With that demand, the three of us start walking over to the Omega. At first, he doesn't notice us seemingly to pleased with his kill.

When he does realize we are here, immediately he flattens his ears back. I could smell the fear radiating from his tiny figure as he whimpered loudly.

My heart shattered at the noise, making wolves scared and intimidated was never an original plan but my pack must always come first. Their safety over everything.

My wolf towered over his as he stared up at me, his tail was jammed between his legs. He took the typical Omega submissive position and it made me feel bad. Harming a lower rank was always degrading, this was especially because he was tiny.

Overall, there wasn't even a small chance he could defend himself.

We can't hurt him, he's shivering and we haven't even spoke to him. Mikey's tone was caring as he scanned the black wolf.

I know.

The conversation was short as I stepped closer to the Omega then Jack & Mikey did. He kept eye contact with me while his form shakes.

When we were decently near each other, he drops onto the floor and rolls onto his back. His neck was offered to me as the little wolf accepts death.

There was no doubt from his prospective, there was no surviving three Alphas after walking blindly onto their land and home.

I had no desire to harm him however, I couldn't do it.

Nuzzling my head against his, his beautiful blue eyes which were clamped shut, opened looking both stunned and shocked.

Ryan? What are you doing? The Irish voice questions suspiciously.

"Stand, young one." I whisper in a gentle voice, no Omega is usually this submissive. I've got a gut wrenching feeling something terrible has happened to this one.

With great obedience, the Omega forces himself up onto shivering legs. They stumble against the sudden weight and fear was clearly written on his adorably innocent face.

"Eat," I softly tell him, trying to sound as kind as possible.

My normal behaviour to care for people was overwhelmingly stronger then my natural nature to follow every demand my father makes.

Not only that but this certain Omega made me feel petty for him. Sympathy was clouding my better judgment to end things now before the pack tortures an outcast.

Hesitation is obvious as the Omega turns towards his kill and glances at us, he doesn't know how to feel about this.

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Chapter Two is completed. I enjoy writing this book and I don't really care if does crap, it's fun to make. ^_^

I hope you liked the chapter! Rye's such a kind boy!

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