"Get ready."
The husky voice sent chills and shivers down the spine of the Crimson moon werewolf soldiers, and they all readied themselves. The grand alpha of whispers was coming today, and this time, the target was a small village on the outlets, backing their moon. It was mostly dominated by women, so they knew it would be an easy fight.
The wolves were on all fours by the time the alpha actually appeared, their chests thrust out, ready for war.
"But.." A small omega soldier stammered.
"Speak."
He swallowed and turned to the Alpha who was towering him. He looked at him, examining him closely.
"I.."
"Why have you not shifted?"
"I do not want to go." The Omega said, whimpering.
The Alpha's blood red eyes thinned. "What did you say?"
The omega shook his head. "Why do I have to kill women that have done nothing to us?"
Everywhere grew quiet and The alpha's shielded face broke into a large smile.
He then started to laugh harder, shaking his head.
"You do not want to kill anymore, is that it?"
The omega nodded, expecting the worst. The Alpha was not known for mercy or compassion, and he knew he was making a big mistake. However, he would rather do this than go on another massacre of innocent creatures.
Before anyone could say anything, one of the older wolves turned back, running between the alpha and the omega.
He went straight to his knees, with nothing covering him except his cloak.
"I am sorry, your highness. He is just a small boy. Please forgive him."
None of the other wolves moved, even though some felt pity for the father and son.
He laughed, dragging the father to stand in front of him by the edge of his cloak.
"You are his father?" His voice was dark, evil. Like the audio adaptation of the devil himself.
The man nodded, as the omega held on to his dangling feet, crying, knowing his mouth had brought this on them.
"Well.." The Alpha said, pulling out small knife with his left hand. "Fathers are responsible for their cub's manners, am I right?"
Before the father could finish nodding, the knife had gone through his stomach, piercing every vital organ in its way till it reached the back, tore the flesh there and poked out.
The omega child only felt the sticky liquid splash on his face, and his father became immobile.
The alpha let him go after pulling the knife out, dropping him to the ground unceremoniously. He gave one indignant look at the child, before turning away.
That was the kind of man he was. One who didn't flinch no matter how warm the blood felt on his hands. One who didn't care no matter who was watching. He had power and he would use it.
wer and he would use it.