"And so it has been pre-destined that I, Malavar the first, should be named the alpha of the Seven Moons. Seven of the most powerful packs in this world to be united under one rule. It is said to be my destiny," the pink-haired boy was interrupted by his speech when the other children started throwing rocks at him.
He felt like tearing up, he should have been used to it by now, but he is not. The other children hate him and will never respect him as an alpha. All because he was all too weak, too vulnerable.
A stone hit his head and made it bleed. He lowered his head in shame, looking at the piece of rock that hit him. He couldn't even raise his head or speak up to defend himself.
He felt a familiar energy envelop him as a girl stood in front of him, shielding him from the other children as her loud voice boomed throughout the playground.
"Touch him again and you'll have to deal with me," her rose scent made him feel warm all over, and the silver strands of her hair kept him awe-struck.
"Why do you always interfere?" he couldn't even recall whose voice was it, neither did it matter.
To him, all that matters was that he was saved. Saved by her once again. It was her, his luna. Predestined by birth to marry him one day.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance before answering his bully, "Because, this doll is mine. All of him, from his pink little fox ears to his tiny little toes, all of him belongs to me."
It was how he will remember her for always. The words she spoke that day were the only things that matter.