|The big bad wolf|
"WOLF!" A chubby man screams, he releases the female in his arms and sprints off with his tail between his legs. Another woman, runs after him. I glanced down at the lady on the ground, she shudders, and pulls her skirt on tighter. She bends to her knees, and bows to show respect. But the shaking in shoulders told me that she was more afraid of me that the bastard who tried to assault her.
I could almost sigh, buy instead I growl. My paw digs into the snow.
"What are the rules?"
"I'm sorry, my king."
Another growl leaves me, and she jumps but maintains her position. It looks as though her soul almost left her body. She was tense, yet shivering. And I know it had nothing to do with the snow. Of course she's afraid of me. Why wouldn't she be? With my massive size, blood red eyes, and snarl. No one who comes across my path stays calm.
"That isn't my question."
"I'm sorry, my king. I didn't know there would be anyone around this area. I just wanted to take some berries to make a pie.
"You nearly got yourself assaulted for a fucking pie ingredient?" Again she flinches, and it only seems to make me angrier. Fuck, Derek, calm down. I whisper to myself.
The rules are simple. No female goes towards the edge of the forest without being accompanied. It's dangerous. The second rule, it that no one is to go to the edge of the forest in their normal forms. I swear, I have to repeat this everytime an omega makes this mistake. Even the betas have more sense than they do.
And they can fight. She should be able to break the teeth of the human, and yet she didn't do anything. She just accepted that there was nothing she could do.
I can't even-
How can they still be so fucking stupid?
"Get you fucking basket, and go home. Forget the berries. I've told you all to plant them closer but it's like you bleed incompetence."
"I'm s-sorry, alpha."
"Save your sorrys."
She made an attempt to nod, somehow forgetting that her head was pressed into the thick snow. If I could die from disappointment, I would have passed on years ago. How can one person be this dumb?
It's no wonder every other category of creatures was bullying them. She rushed to her feet, still refusing to look into my eyes. I watched her scramble for her basket, then she was hurrying away from the open area. I followed her deep into the the forest until she pointed at one of the small huts.
"This is where I live, alpha." Her lip moved between her teeth, and I finally let my sigh out. Since it appears she's going to cry.
"Be careful. Stop breaking the rules for fuck sakes."
"I promise not too."
Oh yes, that's why my gut is always telling me to trail the path leading to the edge of the woods. Yep, that's specifically why I've saved six wolves in two days from nearly getting themselves shot by a human, or eaten by a dragon shifter.
At this point, I'm just tired of being their king.
I didn't shift back. Instead I followed a different path back to the berries, and hid my body behind the bushes. I'll camp hear until the sunsets. The humans don't travel by night. They do every attack during the day.
Such weak creatures.
I let a growl out, and brushed my paw over my nose.
About a hundred years ago, I was summoned by an old woman to the mortal realm. I wanted to return but she pleaded with me. She begged me to help the wolves who worshipped me. I said no. Because why the fuck would a pack of werewolves need my help. They could, or should be able to stand their own ground against any other beast. They are my people.
Shouldn't they be brave warriors?
Ha! I was so naive. So so naive.
I only stayed and agreed to help them, when the old lady gave me a jewelry. A necklace that matched my eyes, and two rings that came together whenever you placed them in the same room.
I remember her words. They motivate me everyday.
'If you do this, I can promise you you'll find you mate. The woman who you've always wanted will come running into your arms. You'll catch her like you would a prey. She'll smell divine. She will be your greatest temptation, your biggest weakness.'
I don't know how that old woman knew what I wanted most in my heart, but she gave me a reason to stay in this filthy land. So here I am.
I spent one hundred years of my life, training the alphas to fight. Now they stood a chance of not dying every two seconds. I built them from the inside out. Yet, somehow, perhaps it's a curse on this pack, they somehow manage to lose a member every week.
Some people are just morons. I made rules for them to live by. I helped them earn how to cultivate, and use their land instead of stealing and getting themselves into trouble.
It was only ten years ago when the humans started to attack. I thought they couldn't see me at first. And I was right.
Until those little creatures, the girls in rags came along. Now every human that stood next to them could see me.
It didn't change anything. I kill to protect my people. I will continue to do so. No matter who attacks them, or why. Sometimes I don't even try to find out why. A bad habit but who gives a damn.
I'm giving this world another ten years. If I do it find my mate, I will return back to my den. I just hope that the second I leave, this pack won't fall.
I've raised strong soldiers, some are too old now to even walk by themselves but they served me well.
But to every boat there is an anchor. And I have too many of them.
That woman is a prime example. They act like everything is normal. Like they're not bei the hunted left and right. I Kno exactly what that man would have done to her if he was given the chance to pull his pants down.
That devilish woman that allowed him to see me just stood there. Doing nothing. I should have chased after them both. Crossed into their territory and slaughtered them both.
I rolled myself over, getting more snow and leaves into my fur. Today is going to be a long fucking day.
Perhaps I should return home and come back tomorrow. A sparrow flies over to where the berries are growing. It leans its beak to pluck one. Do they even eat fruits?
The bird flutters over to me and drops it by my paw.
Animals are my favorite. While some are afraid of me, like everyone else. Others welcome my authority and they offer me gifts from time to time.
I tilt my head to examine the creature, it looks like the old woman's bird. Is she okay? It never leaves without her.
I nudged it with my nose, picking up the scent of smoke and fire.
My eyes flash, and growl loud scaring the bird away. The image of the pack burning, and people screaming. Blames are pointed at me. The children asking, why alpha? What have we done to upset you? While some ask me questions, others are screaming for help. Telling me to forgive them. To forgive their mistake. They're claiming they didn't mean to do it.
I sneezed, my eyes can't see anything but the fire and the stench of smoke mixes with burning flesh. My ribs collide with something hard, and I pick it out to be a tree. I blinked rapidly to clear away the vision. It refuses to leave. I forced my body not to move, and the screams continue to plague my ears.
Why the fuck did I set a pack I worked so hard for on fire? What did they do?
'We didn't have a choice.'
'We thought it was the right thing to do.'
'Spare our young ones, alpha.'
'We never should have trusted the big bad wolf.'
When the images clear out, my heart takes over in filling my ears with heavy pounds and it punches my chest.
I moved my head from one side to the other. My nose flares, and I can feel the usual rage filling me up. The sparrow lands back in front of me. This time with more berries.
The old woman's way of appeasing my rage. She should have at least warned me. She does this trick every time she gets a vision that partains to my life. Why do I keep falling for it?
But this one makes no sense.
I may not show it but I love this pack. And the people in it. That's why I go out of my way to protect them.
Why would I burn them? What did they do?
I should go to the old woman. She needs to explain this vision to me.