The room was dark, a certain crimson liquid smeared across the couch, walls, and carpet. The cause of that blood was a body, he was limp, obviously dead. There were many wounds, and scars all across it. Huddled up in the corner was a toddler, his whole frame shaking wildly. His pitch black hair matched the hair of the dead body, the corpse's eyes were rolled back, though if the color was visible it'd be the same dark green color the toddler had. The toddler soon gained the strength to move, he could walk, anyone of his type at that age could. The toddler's hands went to his father's face, squeezing the corpse's nose. The toddler knew that was the one thing that would make him smile, though the corpse's mouth remained in a straight line, unmoving. Tears prickled at the corners of the toddler's eyes, he began to pull, and tug at the corpse's arm now. The door then had slammed open from the apartment, a man whom the toddler never seen before stepped in, his almost black orbs instantly landing upon the toddler.
"They didn't kill all of them?" The man muttered to himself, pulling out a silver knife from his back pocket. Though when their eyes met, the man couldn't help but think of his daughter who was the same age. He groaned, putting the knife away and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "You're lucky I have a soft spot for kids.." He muttered under his breath, and walked up to the toddler. He scooped the toddler up into his arms, instantly the toddler cried out.
"Daddy! Daddy!" The toddler screamed, through his screams were muffled when the blonde man covered it with his hand.
"Daddy is dead now, live with it." The blonde man said to the toddler, exiting the apartment.
My father is the Alpha of our pack. The Midnight run pack. He is the most respected man that I have ever known. All that matters to me is me pleasing him. I want to be like him when I am Alpha. I am standing in his office nervously. I have to tell him but I am scared. He is all the family that I have since my mother died.
His hair is short and black like mine. He looks up at me with his brown eyes. That is the difference between us. Our eyes. Mine are emerald green like my mothers. He looks at me curiously.
" Milo son? you ok?" he asks me
I nodded my head and my hands are shaking.
"Dad? I have to tell you something! I don't know how to say it... I kinda figured it out today..." I spit out quickly.
"Well? What is it?" He laughed at my hyperness.
"I'm gay." I spat out.
His smile dies on his face and his face went cold. I shiver in a little fear but brush it off.
"Are you sure? You could be going through some phase or something." He asked kinda carefully.
"I'm Positive. I know I might be really young but I promise that I am." I say proudly.
He stands up and walks over to me. He lifts my face up and stares at me. I get more nervous. What the hell is he doing? He brings his hand down across my face. His wolf claws extended. I feel them cut down across my face. I lift my hands to my face and see blood on them. I whimper and look up at my dad.
"You are no longer my son. Your rights for being the next alpha have been revoked. Anything that was rightfully yours its mine now. You are nothing to me now. You are the lowest in the pack and will have to ask for everything. Get the fuck out of my sight." He threw me into the wall. I whimpered and ran out.
I was ten years old when that happened to me. My life has been hell ever since. There is nothing I can do about it. I've been beaten burned and have other things done. My wolf hates me and I don't blame him.
I hate myself..