His temples thumped with thundering tension as he scrunched his brows with furrowed concentration. Drops of perspiration rode down his light tan face attempting to cool out the tense muscles that were already evoking in him the beginning of a migraine. It's not every day that you get a twelve-year-old having severe migraines, but alas, it's not every day you get a twelve-year-old standing in the middle of the Alpha's personal training quarters with three figures of authority demanding of a twelve-year-old what is out of his control.
The atmosphere was tense as his temples that a slick butter knife would be able to slice through it. He felt the heating gazes of the three adults as they watched his every twitch, frown, and intake of breath as if the child was purposely withholding it to get a rise off them. He was still a child after all. He was bound to rebel.
The young boy's eyes were scrunched with strained concentration, head bent down towards the cold stone floor when he felt someone step forward. Opening his eyes, he found the polished surface of his father's training boots.
"You need to take this seriously Son"
The crisp voice of Ares Solar brought to the boy's fragile heart a pang of guilt. He was his only child. His only hope. And he let him down.
The boy kept quiet not wanting to make things worse.
"He isn't serious at all brother. If he ever was he would have been able to do it with everyone else two years ago. This is such a disgrace to the house of Solar! Despicable! "
A chill went down his spine as his uncle repeated the gruesome sentence he has been repeating to him ever since that day under the blue moon two years ago. The day his life changed, as the moon climbed up the sky shining down on everyone.
He scrunched his eyes back shut, reaching out to what ever force that would let him succeed. His breathing quickened as frustration started to seep in. It had been over four hours since he'd been forced to go through this. Being a daily occurrence he was supposed to be used to it, yet the experience felt just as torturous and tiresome as the first day this started. Which was yet again, two years ago.
"I-I can't"
The young boy whispered, curling into himself in an attempt to make himself smaller against the three powerful males. The ragged cold stone floor had left river-like indents on the clean surface of his knees, dusting the edges with crystallized sand. The ancient floor had been his companion for the last two years. As luxurious and modern as it was, the Alpha personal training quarters was the better version of the dungeons reserved for rogues.
"Try harder!"
The Beta stomped over to him and lifted the lad by his collar all so effortlessly as if he weighed a weed.
"That's enough Aeson"
Alpha Hesiod Henderson intervened giving his beta a look over the child's shoulder to reign in his aggressiveness, which the Beta of course ignored. This was a family matter. A matter within the house of the Solars.
"You need to try harder lad. This is for your own good."
Too ashamed to look his alpha in the face the boy continued staring at the stone floor, hoping time would pass by soon.
"I'll try again Alpha."
He whispered.
His knees crashed with impact on the stone floor as he was back in position to try again.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Breath In.
Breath out.
Scrunching his temples again he concentrated on the longing image of a wolf. A brown wolf. A wolf as brown as Archer his father's majestic brown Gamma wolf. Digging his nails into his clammy palms, instead of the claws he longed for, the crescent wounds drew out crimson liquid that ran down his palms mixing with his perspiration.
His vision starts fading, the adults voices sound far away. Heart palpating at an accelerated rate he lets out a humanistic growl with the surge of the last bit of energy he could muster.
His legs give out and he falls.
Expecting his chin to meet the ever stone cold floor he closes his eyes too weak to change the course of its direction, when two warm hands wrap around his weak figure.
Even without his werewolf senses, the scent of his mother he could never mistake.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Thundered the angry Asian werewolf. Her dark eyes flickered orange indicating the presence of her wolf Ira with every intention of defending her pup.
She pulled the boy towards her figure shielding him away from the three dominating males that she did not fear defying. The boy sighed in content inhaling his mums scent that smelled like freshly ground Bengali turmeric that his grandma sent them every year for Christmas.
"Step away from him leona. We're not done yet"
Spoke Aries calmly. He knew all too well that angering his wife any further would not end well good.
"Not Done yet you say? NOT DONE YET?"
"That's right Marileona. We're not done yet. In fact I can't wait to be done. Only if your son weren't this useless of course"
Aeson jabbed at his mother. All the years of not being able to produce a child had built their relationship on brittle sticks. And finally being able to birth one, Aeson never did give up the opportunity to mock the brown woman at how 'useless' her 'product' was.
The she wolf directed a threateningly low growl attempting to pounce on her beta, yet her son's partially limp body tightened around her weakly indicating to her his reluctance to her prospective duel.
"Aeson! DO NOT INSULT MY MATE"
Growled Aries stepping in front of his mate.
"A mate who birthed a wolfless wolf."
he scoffed in return.
The boy felt his chest tighten with guilt at how his mother was treated due to his hideous flaws.
"Alright that's enough."
Alpha Hesiod stood in between the two Solar brothers.
"Enough? Of course it's enough! I've had enough! It's been two years since he was supposed to shift. There's never been a werewolf who was not able to shift. The longest reported was three days after the blue moon."
Aeson came bellowing and barreling towards Marileona and was restrained by the Alpha last minute.
"How is that my boy's fault?!"
Marileona growled in frustration.
"He's a Solar! Yet he's a disgrace!"
"Just because Cassian was able to shift before all his peers does not give you the right to bash my Son."
The two in laws continued snapping at each other letting lose days of pent up anger while the by standers stood quiet not wanting to get caught between the cross fire. Fifteen minutes into the argument Aries Solar decided to drop on them three words that got them both to halt their streams of insults.
"We will leave"
"What!"
All three of them snapped their heads towards him.
"You heard me. The only solution to this, is to leave"
"You can't be serious Aries."
Alpha Hesiod approached him with confusion.
"What on earth can leaving achieve"
his brother scoffed.
"Save my son from the horrible treatment he has been going through"
"What are you talking about?"
Hesiod scowled. He was unaware of how the members of his pack had been treating the child.
"The cursed child. That's what they call him"
Said child whimpered with sadness. His parents had not once directly uttered the word to him. The word that met his ears where ever he stepped.
"I'll order them to stop."
"You can't order them to stop voicing their opinions behind your back. You didn't even know. How would you stop them? They either avoid him like the plague or push him around like he's trash. "
"You're my Gamma Aries. You can't just up and leave the pack!"
Alpha Hesiod could not fathom functioning the pack without his best friend, without his head right hand.
"I won't be leaving the pack Hesiod. I just want to move to the end of the pack. Towards the willow forest."
"No way-"
"Let me just do this Hesiod"
Aries asserted firmly.
He tried his best. His son tried his best. It's time to do what's best for his son, instead of what's best for his pack.
Climbing up the grass-clad cliff, the young boy plopped down on the wildly strewn carpet of grass below the soothing shade of the ancient banyan tree. The sun was well above his head, indicating the passage of time.Any minute the field below will be occupied by the buzzing activities of the young werewolves that push against the speed of the wind to beat the other. As predicted, the boy felt the prickling sensations in the hairs at the back of his neck due to the thundering force of the approaching pack made of the four-foot beasts.The rush of adrenaline that was evoked within him despite not being part of the wind-crushing group never did seize to make Mikkel Solar be one with nature. The wind that blew past his face tangled his long dark hair to a rhythmic dance as he breathed in the fresh air of a new day.The feeling made him feel like he was thriving and disheartened at the same time. Seeing his group of peers shifting from wolf to human and human to wolf, each shift renders wi
"We really need a break." Mikkel looked over his shoulder at the lazy being sat on his black leather couch bundled up in equally dark fluffy blankets. Her dark pair of specks stood firmly on her nose framing her dark brick-red, almost black eyes that were concentrated on the screen before them. Her dark ebony hair had a polish of blond at the bottom sprouting through the gap below her cuddled-up form. Meghaal indeed was the definition of a koala. Both were lazy and on a mission to seek comfort. "Betch, you say that, yet you're the one whose eyes are still glued to Damon's ass" Mikkel complained while heading over to the kitchen counter to pour himself a glass of warm water. The weather was getting chilly again, indicating Boreas' presence and the upcoming winter. "Blame me. As if you aren't after his ass. At least, I only prefer one Salvatore" Meghaal muttered into her blankets. "What are we having for dinner?" Mikkel questioned as he felt his stomach rumble with oncoming hunger
Bright blinding lanterns blinked with excitement, lighting up their path to the Agora that was transformed into a makeshift stage. Shades of majestic blue veils hung down from the tall trees, draping on branches, intertwined with a contrasting shade with sequins and gems that reflected light off the festive lanterns. The Hendersons had clearly spent a fortune on their eldest child's coronation. The blue theme of the event signified to the oncoming guests the pride the members of the Blue Crescent Pack took in their patriotic shade of blue."Don't you think this is a bit dramatic?"Mikkel looked over at his best friend, who looked slightly excited. The two of them were in fact excited to be out there that night. Mikkel rarely stepped out of the house unless it was for the monthly pack runs or to accompany Marileona to the groceries. Meghaal never attended any social events, being busy with university and her part-time job and her personal time for studying had her schedule fully packed
The celebratory atmosphere that centered around Hades as he grinned away at the crowd couldn't help but make Mikkel feel a bit annoyed. The handsome man looked so carefree and happy, a look he had often worn the past couple of years, as the young boy observed him from a distance. Mikkel did find the man attractive, who wouldn't? Everyone loved him, except Meghaal of course. He found himself being highly attracted to him, but at the same time deep down he subtly resented him.*Flashback*The young boy was seated on his favorite well-polished chair as he gazed at the long cold microwaved mac and cheese in front of him. The last twenty-seven days had been a blur. Loneliness grasping at his heart he continued staring at his cold food, appetite far abandoned. His parents being the only interactive company he had, had gotten him used to making it a point to catch them for at least ten minutes before they headed off to pack lands for work. However, he knew that each March would be different.
If onlookers were to look upon the crowd that stood swarmed around Hades Henderson, they would have thought the image before them resembled a blue-hued painting of bees surrounding their queen. Everyone's attention was directed at the Alpha.The sight looked magnificent, the engraved dark wooden throne contrasted against the blue-themed stage. The details engraved onto the stone spoke of the many stories that had been rooted from each Alpha that sat on the throne for the last twenty decades.However, as mystical and sentimentally valuable as the throne sounded, it was there for another very important purpose.To bring 'it' out.Coronations aren't just a time to celebrate an Alpha's ascendance to power. It's also a ceremony that puts an Alpha's self control to test.When sitting on that innocent and extravagant-looking throne, the Alpha seated would be inflicted with a force that would gradually loosen his control over his wolf, making the beast the dominant party at hand.Hades Hender
LycaonThe very name of the ancient being sent through the crowd chills that made the hair on their arms still with apprehension.Growing up in a werewolf household, every wolf was bound to hear stories of the great Lycaon. He was known as the world's very first Lycan. The form in between human and their wolf. Every child was disciplined by their parents with the phrase and it was tradition to incorporate stories of the great Lycaon with early childhood development."If you don't listen to me, the great Lycaon will be under your bed tonight"It was a sentence meant for children.A sentence meant to be used as a silly threat, nothing more.However, everyone felt that there was some sort of truth behind the being's words.True, they had no reason to believe it.But the probability of someone claiming to be the great Lycaon in front of so many people was so low, that the werewolves of the crowd knew not to brush the statement off.Every other being present in the crowd who was not part w
The audience began stirring, everyone attempting to be the first to make it to the closest exit that would lead them to the nearest shelter. Something was wrong with the soon-to-be Alpha and an angered Alpha was never something anyone wanted to be around. The stone grey form of Hades Henderson's wolf jumps off the makeshift stage and onto the long narrow table closest to him. The half-eaten dishes flew off the table staining the blue tablecloth with the different sauces that spilled off the toppled dishes. Blue candle wax smeared the half-covered table squishing itself under the strong paws of Hade's wolf. The wolf appeared to be calm. He stood their nose held high, sniffing the air as if he was looking for something, his concentration so well that none of the panicked shouts from the audience disturbed it. Meghaal and Mikkel stood towards the corner of the open garden staring around confused at the dispersing crowd. The two of them being too short to
Eyes shut tight Mikkel awaited the expected attack with each passing heartbeat. Within the span of those few seconds, he couldn't think of any reason Hades' grey wolf would be reprimanded for the oncoming attack. No one had ever challenged Hades Henderson while on his bad side. Not even his own father. The adrenaline in his veins triggers his defense mechanism to kick in. He instinctually closes his eyes and further crunches them as if crunching them would create a protective shield around them if he crunched them tight enough. His heartbeat thumped against his ears, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins allowed him to be hypersensitively aware of every sensory feeling that he was exposed to. But when the awaited force did not reach him as he anticipated, he opened his dark onyx eyes with apprehension. Instead of the angry form of Hades' wolf, stood before him was a human figure cloaked in black and white. It took the young man a few seconds to put a name to the said fi
Eyes shut tight Mikkel awaited the expected attack with each passing heartbeat. Within the span of those few seconds, he couldn't think of any reason Hades' grey wolf would be reprimanded for the oncoming attack. No one had ever challenged Hades Henderson while on his bad side. Not even his own father. The adrenaline in his veins triggers his defense mechanism to kick in. He instinctually closes his eyes and further crunches them as if crunching them would create a protective shield around them if he crunched them tight enough. His heartbeat thumped against his ears, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins allowed him to be hypersensitively aware of every sensory feeling that he was exposed to. But when the awaited force did not reach him as he anticipated, he opened his dark onyx eyes with apprehension. Instead of the angry form of Hades' wolf, stood before him was a human figure cloaked in black and white. It took the young man a few seconds to put a name to the said fi
The audience began stirring, everyone attempting to be the first to make it to the closest exit that would lead them to the nearest shelter. Something was wrong with the soon-to-be Alpha and an angered Alpha was never something anyone wanted to be around. The stone grey form of Hades Henderson's wolf jumps off the makeshift stage and onto the long narrow table closest to him. The half-eaten dishes flew off the table staining the blue tablecloth with the different sauces that spilled off the toppled dishes. Blue candle wax smeared the half-covered table squishing itself under the strong paws of Hade's wolf. The wolf appeared to be calm. He stood their nose held high, sniffing the air as if he was looking for something, his concentration so well that none of the panicked shouts from the audience disturbed it. Meghaal and Mikkel stood towards the corner of the open garden staring around confused at the dispersing crowd. The two of them being too short to
LycaonThe very name of the ancient being sent through the crowd chills that made the hair on their arms still with apprehension.Growing up in a werewolf household, every wolf was bound to hear stories of the great Lycaon. He was known as the world's very first Lycan. The form in between human and their wolf. Every child was disciplined by their parents with the phrase and it was tradition to incorporate stories of the great Lycaon with early childhood development."If you don't listen to me, the great Lycaon will be under your bed tonight"It was a sentence meant for children.A sentence meant to be used as a silly threat, nothing more.However, everyone felt that there was some sort of truth behind the being's words.True, they had no reason to believe it.But the probability of someone claiming to be the great Lycaon in front of so many people was so low, that the werewolves of the crowd knew not to brush the statement off.Every other being present in the crowd who was not part w
If onlookers were to look upon the crowd that stood swarmed around Hades Henderson, they would have thought the image before them resembled a blue-hued painting of bees surrounding their queen. Everyone's attention was directed at the Alpha.The sight looked magnificent, the engraved dark wooden throne contrasted against the blue-themed stage. The details engraved onto the stone spoke of the many stories that had been rooted from each Alpha that sat on the throne for the last twenty decades.However, as mystical and sentimentally valuable as the throne sounded, it was there for another very important purpose.To bring 'it' out.Coronations aren't just a time to celebrate an Alpha's ascendance to power. It's also a ceremony that puts an Alpha's self control to test.When sitting on that innocent and extravagant-looking throne, the Alpha seated would be inflicted with a force that would gradually loosen his control over his wolf, making the beast the dominant party at hand.Hades Hender
The celebratory atmosphere that centered around Hades as he grinned away at the crowd couldn't help but make Mikkel feel a bit annoyed. The handsome man looked so carefree and happy, a look he had often worn the past couple of years, as the young boy observed him from a distance. Mikkel did find the man attractive, who wouldn't? Everyone loved him, except Meghaal of course. He found himself being highly attracted to him, but at the same time deep down he subtly resented him.*Flashback*The young boy was seated on his favorite well-polished chair as he gazed at the long cold microwaved mac and cheese in front of him. The last twenty-seven days had been a blur. Loneliness grasping at his heart he continued staring at his cold food, appetite far abandoned. His parents being the only interactive company he had, had gotten him used to making it a point to catch them for at least ten minutes before they headed off to pack lands for work. However, he knew that each March would be different.
Bright blinding lanterns blinked with excitement, lighting up their path to the Agora that was transformed into a makeshift stage. Shades of majestic blue veils hung down from the tall trees, draping on branches, intertwined with a contrasting shade with sequins and gems that reflected light off the festive lanterns. The Hendersons had clearly spent a fortune on their eldest child's coronation. The blue theme of the event signified to the oncoming guests the pride the members of the Blue Crescent Pack took in their patriotic shade of blue."Don't you think this is a bit dramatic?"Mikkel looked over at his best friend, who looked slightly excited. The two of them were in fact excited to be out there that night. Mikkel rarely stepped out of the house unless it was for the monthly pack runs or to accompany Marileona to the groceries. Meghaal never attended any social events, being busy with university and her part-time job and her personal time for studying had her schedule fully packed
"We really need a break." Mikkel looked over his shoulder at the lazy being sat on his black leather couch bundled up in equally dark fluffy blankets. Her dark pair of specks stood firmly on her nose framing her dark brick-red, almost black eyes that were concentrated on the screen before them. Her dark ebony hair had a polish of blond at the bottom sprouting through the gap below her cuddled-up form. Meghaal indeed was the definition of a koala. Both were lazy and on a mission to seek comfort. "Betch, you say that, yet you're the one whose eyes are still glued to Damon's ass" Mikkel complained while heading over to the kitchen counter to pour himself a glass of warm water. The weather was getting chilly again, indicating Boreas' presence and the upcoming winter. "Blame me. As if you aren't after his ass. At least, I only prefer one Salvatore" Meghaal muttered into her blankets. "What are we having for dinner?" Mikkel questioned as he felt his stomach rumble with oncoming hunger
Climbing up the grass-clad cliff, the young boy plopped down on the wildly strewn carpet of grass below the soothing shade of the ancient banyan tree. The sun was well above his head, indicating the passage of time.Any minute the field below will be occupied by the buzzing activities of the young werewolves that push against the speed of the wind to beat the other. As predicted, the boy felt the prickling sensations in the hairs at the back of his neck due to the thundering force of the approaching pack made of the four-foot beasts.The rush of adrenaline that was evoked within him despite not being part of the wind-crushing group never did seize to make Mikkel Solar be one with nature. The wind that blew past his face tangled his long dark hair to a rhythmic dance as he breathed in the fresh air of a new day.The feeling made him feel like he was thriving and disheartened at the same time. Seeing his group of peers shifting from wolf to human and human to wolf, each shift renders wi
His temples thumped with thundering tension as he scrunched his brows with furrowed concentration. Drops of perspiration rode down his light tan face attempting to cool out the tense muscles that were already evoking in him the beginning of a migraine. It's not every day that you get a twelve-year-old having severe migraines, but alas, it's not every day you get a twelve-year-old standing in the middle of the Alpha's personal training quarters with three figures of authority demanding of a twelve-year-old what is out of his control.The atmosphere was tense as his temples that a slick butter knife would be able to slice through it. He felt the heating gazes of the three adults as they watched his every twitch, frown, and intake of breath as if the child was purposely withholding it to get a rise off them. He was still a child after all. He was bound to rebel.The young boy's eyes were scrunched with strained concentration, head bent down towards the cold stone floor when he felt someo