Descended

Chapter One

        The smell of pine filled my nose and the sound of birds, crickets, frogs, and the nearby stream  filled my ears. My paws thudded on the forest floor as I ran, wind in my fur. My claws dug into the earth, providing traction at a sharp turn or a leap over a log. I slowed as another scent entered my nose. The earthy, warm scent. The sound of a quick pulse. I turned to the smell. My nose twitched. I creeped towards it. I was downwind. It couldn't smell me. When i was close enough, I gave chase. It ran, but not fast enough. Soon, I had my prey in my jaws. I bit down, killing the hare instantly. The red blood of the animal poured over my taste buds. The sweet, metallic taste was almost to good to be true. I carried my prize off to dig in. Once i found a nice, shaded place, I laid down and tore off a bite. Some may find this gruesome but in this form, it was wonderful. The texture, the taste, all of it. I was almost finished when i heard something. I lifted my head, ears pricking. Beep....beep....beep...beep...Beep....Beep....Beep...BEEP...BEEP...BEE-
        My hand reached out to turn off the alarm and i rolled over, groaning and trying to keep the taste of hare on my tongue just a little longer....but it was gone. The dream was over. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I got up, running my hand through my hair. I pulled on a shirt and marched downstairs, grumbling.
"Morning, pup!" Mom called from the kitchen. Pup. She had always called me that. Wonder what she would say if she saw me shift? I was no pup. Hell, I was 17. There was no way i was a pup. In any way, but all the same, I mumbled an audible, "Mornin', Mom." Before grabbing a biscuit and some sausage. My mom and I liook nothing alike. She is African American with dark brown wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes. She's a short, thin woman but large chested. I on the other hand, while short and fit, am pale as a sheet of paper with emerald green eyes and platinum blond hair. Yes, I am aware that I was adopted. In fact, I even know I was created in a lab. A male omega. My parents wanted to give one a proper life of being loved. They have never seen me shift, because when I did it the first time I knew something was wrong. So I kept my furry form to myself.
        "Be a dear and grab me some more butter, will you?" She asked. I obliged, opening the fridge and getting the butter out and handing it to her. "Can I go for a run?" I asked her, taking a bite of sausage. She smiled at me. "Only after you take out the trash, get your laundry washing, and pick up your room. And don't say your room is fine. I went in there yesterday and your basket was overflowing and I counted at least 4 dishes. What would your father say?" She taunted. I rolled my eyes. "Dad is to busy to do anything about it." I pointed out. She pointed a spatula at me. "Now listen here-"
        I couldn't help but smile as I interrupted her. "Dad would do something if you asked him to. He would drop his pack duties and come home if you asked because you run this house and everyone under the roof because you pay the bills and feed us. Love you too mom. Ill get my laundry." I kissed her cheek and went to my bedroom, leaving her speechless, and trying not to smile. I'm pretty sure I heard a mumbled "That boy..." before I closed my door.
        I hummed as I fit as much laundry as I could into my basket. It was a small basket, so don't think I'm a slob or anything. I like keeping my things clean. The dishes are just a few cups that I had forgotten about. Not plates of food.
I carried my basket to the laundry room and shoved it all into the washer. My basket only held one load. I got this one on purpose, So that I would know when I needed to do laundry so it wouldn't pile up until I was out of clothes to wear. Then I went to get the dishes from my room and washed them, and put them on the drying rack. "I'll take the trash on my way out, Mom!" I called, since she was in her room or the bathroom by now.
I tied up the bag and walked out of the house. Once I tossed the bag into the trash I walked into the woods. The pack doesn't run here, since we don't live near the pack house. I only have to look out for patrols. Today my best friend was on duty. He's an alpha, but not THE alpha. No. Derec has to much to do to bother with patrols.
        But today was Jamie's day. He knew my other form. I hadn't meant to show him. He just kinda saw me one day and made the connection between the form and my scent. He didn't care and promised to keep it secret.
I shifted. It felt good to have my fur back. I sniffed the air for Jamie. He wasn't far. I ran to catch up with him.
I couldn't help myself. I made a tapping noise when I saw him. He turned and a wolf grin broke out on his face as he bounded over to greet me. He ran around me, tail wagging, and tried to pounce at him. He nipped at my tail playfully and i nipped back. He flicked his tongue over my nose, and I shook my head, rubbing my nose on my paws and whining, sending the message that he has dog breath. He let out a bark. He was laughing. I head butted him. We chased each other around the trees, playing and rolling on the ground. We may be acing childish but we couldn't help it. Jamie and I had been friends since we were young. He was gentle with me at first when he learned that not only was I an omega, but that my other form was much smaller and fragile looking than his.
        Jamie was a large, chocolate colored wolf. His eyes were a light blue and stood out against his fur. I on the other hand, was much smaller. I was mostly dark grey with black ears. Jamie soon learned that though I was small, I was quick and built to dodge. If he was able to even catch me, I could often wriggle away from him due to my size and agility.
        Once we settled down, he continued his patrol and I walked along with him for a while. Occasionally I would brush against his side, or nuzzle his ear affectionately. He would return the action and then it would turn into a short bout of play fighting. And then we would walk some more. Eventually I did go off on my own to run and hunt, and left Jamie to do his job.
        I went to my usual field to catch mice, rabbits, and squirrels. I couldn't take down larger prey on my own. I loved to roll in the grass or lay in the creek. Though, my favorite activity, was hunting. I loved the feel of giving chase. I enjoyed it, yes, though it saddened me to know that the last thing these creatures would see would be my emerald eyes.