Lone Wolf (Yuri on Ice AU)

Chapter VII

Viktor's POV

I push the door of his office open violently, my lungs gasping for air. Every muscle in my body was sore from running both all of last night and to the office this morning. Even bending over hurt too much to do twice.

"Viktor?" The elder from yesterday spoke. Looking up, I could see he no longer wore the covering cloak. In fact he chose clothes that better show off his scared skin. He was comfortable here; he was able to walk around freely with little worry about others would think. "What are you doing?"

"No!" I pant out, sitting down on the floor. At this point I was unsure of standing on my own two feet. It seemed hard enough to look up at the elder in front of me. "Werewolves are real!"

The elder lets out a small chuckle at my words, crossing his arms in front of himself. His golden eyes watch me in amusement. I could see his head tilt as if he wanted to figure out my mind. "Didn't take all that long to convince you. Things started to make sense once he shifted, right?"

"Yeah." I mutter, letting my head fall forward. My mind flickers back to that moment. His bones had cracked and shifted, hair bursting from every pore until he was a complete wolf. He had been a wolf. Of course I had ran. I could comprehend what was happening so I ran as fast and as far as I could manage. For hours I had been alone — the werewolf hadn't come after me — just running and waiting for my gears to turn. When they finally had I had realized a few things. "Full moons have always affected me as well as new moons. I'm aggressive and possessive. Cats had me."

"You must be a powerful one." The elder speaks, standing from his desk. His footsteps fill the room before I feel a hand on my shoulder. It was a strong grip, one you wouldn't expect from an old man. "Those things are all normal I promise you. Everyone has felt them before and they will feel them again."

"What am I supposed to do? I can't- I can't- become a wolf like he can." I let out an annoyed huff at the thought. How could I be anything if I couldn't even do that? Wasn't that supposed to be a werewolf's power? If I couldn't change then I was nothing but a human. Perhaps I could home? "Maybe I cant change."

"You can." The elder takes a seat beside me. For some reason he seemed to have taken an interest to me. "I know you can. In two weeks time will be your very first shift into your wolf form. The entire werewolf student body will be there beside you to lead you through it. Until then, try to be a normal kid and find some friends in this new school."

The elder pats my back, smiling down at me as he stands. He walks back to his desk before sitting down lazily in his seat. "Now go."

"Yes sir." After a small pause of me trying to figure out what was going on, I nod. My hands touch the cold floor and push me up as I stand. Once again I felt the soreness of my entire body after running for so long. At least I would be stronger after this was over. When I was straight I went to fixing my shirt, rubbing out the annoying wrinkles and scrunching my nose at the sweat stains. "Why did you ask me to come here?"

My sudden question seemed to come out of the blue. The elder took a moment of silence before he shifted to look up at me. Glowing golden eyes met my own light blue ones, sending shivers down my spine at the authority held there. He was a scary man.

"You, Viktor, are what we call an alpha in the werewolf community. They are very precious to our kind and we need every one of them. As werewolves can't go into their first shift after 18, I needed to get to you quickly." The elder looked down at his papers silently for a few moments. He seemed to be mulling over something, his mouth opening a few times before closing quickly. It was as if he had something to tell me. Because of this look I stay frozen where I was. Perhaps he would tell me this secret of his? After a few moments, I was rewarded. "Viktor, you could perhaps end up as the strongest werewolf in the school."

"What?" My eyes widen at the words. I could feel my stomach doing flip flops. In the past few days I had gone from being completely human to being a werewolf to being an alpha to being the strongest here? When would it end?

"Your father was a very famous man amongst us. He killed the vampire king decades ago. In short, his power was completely above all the rest of us. As his first son you would have been given the stick of his. So no, I couldn't let you live out your life as a human." The elder scrunches up his nose in almost disgust. "I have more respect for the strongest of our kind."

I grit my teeth, my hands curling into fists. Strongest of our kind? The only memories I have of my father was of an empty beer can. When he wasn't drinking he was smoking, or cussing out my mother for being fired from her job. When had he ever done anything heroic? "How could you say something like that about him? He was the worst men I had ever known."

Tension suddenly fills the air. It was heavy with it, so heavy I was sure I needed a knife to cut trough it. So many unsaid words filled the air. Mine in confusion, his in pity? Or at least that's how it seemed with the look he was giving me.

"Viktor I don't know how to tell you this." The elder looks away from me for the first time since I had known him. The silence was one again deafening. "Your parents are dead."

"What? No! I talked to my mother two days ago she can't be-"

"She's not your mother. Your mother gave you away to keep you safe. Your father isn't that deadbeat idiot. He died in a battle against witches." I stand, dumbfounded in front of the elder. Before I could even open my mouth to reply a loud bell rang throughout the school. The high pitch sound echoed, bouncing off every surface and only becoming louder as it did. The elder stood, holding his arm out to the door. "Get to class Viktor. You are an alpha, remember that even if you don't know what it means. Hold your head high."