My rogue|✔

my rogue| The Awakening

*Edited 28-10-2022*
{2700+ words}

Yuna's side story.

After what happened at yesterdays event, the decision was suddely made cristal clear. I could worry about what was going to happen to me, but I somehow felt to the realization that there was nothing to worry about. It was destined anyways.

When the sun after the dark night rose, over the hill, rivers and lands, the pack started to gather early in the morning around on a field after getting a message from their alpha. The members quickly formed a circle to include all of their members. I was there aswell but in the middle. I had been standing there through out the night already. That was my first punishment of the day, the alpha said. When the circle was completely formed. Our Alpha arrived very few seconds after.

When he entered the circle made by his members. He looked first around if everyone was there. Then he looked at me, in disgust.
Where ever he stood, he looked strong and mighty. As someone to look upon. He was very handsome, but he had a cold heart. Wich made him an unpleasingly annoying to look at.

When he begin to walk , you could see his pride. He never ever showed a fear of him. But we all deeply knew, that he had a fear. That fear was for having a weak pack. Back in the days most omega's became in a flash a rouge. Luckely enough I was yet to young to become a rouge. Up until now he had let me keep in within the pack. I knew today's last moments I would serve him as for the last time of being an omega.

He and I shared a cold history together.
I knew one story of him when he was young. His father welcomed my family after we where found. Even when is small son was in disgust of us he accepted. Our family knew why he was so disgusted at us. But the accepted the invation in order to survive.

(Edited 4-4-23)

When he was around where I was, I could always feel the tension in his eyes that slowly borreled with anger from hate. He neither welcomed nor accelted young weaklings. Just like me. But what did I care.

When he was young, he definitly wasn't the strongest of this pack yet. His father didn't treat him that nicely as he did with his older brothers and other young wolfs from his age. He felt mostly that his son was a dissapointnent for his pack for not as being strong as he was on his age. But sadly his son was weaker them him and then his brothers. On a dark rainy night, when the full moon stood high up blooming in the sky. the young boy wained and screamed as he was attacked by a nightfly. Even though he did not feel any pain he saw his chance to seek attention from his dad.
In the end of his weird actions, he made his father so emberresed and pissed, that he had enough of his own son. I heard story's that he called you should never have been born' to him.

For everything he did for only just trying to make his father proud on him didn't do much work.
His father, his own hero stood always in front of him making his son look like a scared sheep.

From that day on even when his father and brothers died on a battlefied, he made the very harsh decision, that if ever he saw someone weaker then him, he wouldn't get on with the wolf in the pack, just like his father made that decision already long before he was born.

Once his father did him a sin. He couldn't attend the court anylonger. The young wolf was in pain by his heart. The court was for him a place to be in the magical wonders where you could play, fight and escape. Sometimes you could even find their your own mate he heard about. He only ever wished, to be standing side a side with his alpha father. But that day in his eyes was vanished all along. His father was too dominant, to bold to forgive his own son.

(Edited 17-3-23)

As the young boy walked back to the family's house dispite the dispair from the news from his father, he went to his sisters and told them what happened at the fiemd. With the details Maru and Gunta also reacted shocked. But he could hear there disaproval noises for him. He then went to his friends Ash, Claus and Dusha. They could not say any word for his untbayness, against his father. No one wanted to play, talk or to have him at the dinner table.