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 within him a sense of uselessness. At the mere age of 13, he had reached great peaks with feelings of jealousy.
Once upon a time, he was part of that group. Part of it, back when they were two-legged with no fur. Now he was just a distant observer who could only long to be part of the training they endured and the games they played.
He heard the trade mark howl of the young Alpha at a distance.
Hades Henderson.
He was three years the senior to him and three times the bigger, being tall and strong for his age.
Hades' big Grey wolf came into view as he shot his hammering paws against the pastures of the valley, competing against Cassian Solar, cousin of Mikkel.
Cassian Solar was the polar opposite of Mikkel Solar. Blonde-haired, broad shouldered for his age yet lean, pale skinned, tall, strong , social and especially, with wolf. Everything Mikkel was not.
He was the pack's proud young future Beta. A beta who deserved his title and had the ability to lead with everyone's respect to back him up.
Again.
Something Mikkel lacked.
"What are we doing today?"
Abigail's chirpy voice cut through Mikkel's thoughts, he shot his eyes toward the said 12-year-old blonde girl.
She was dressed in a light yellow sundress that complimented her beautiful locks. Even while on an open field, she still had her stick of lipstick that she tricked her parents into thinking that it was lip balm for her supposed chapped lips. She was spoilt rotten, being the Alpha's breathtakingly beautiful younger child.
Her brother and Cassian came back in a pair of used pants and a hoodie from behind a thick tree that stored sets of clothes for the shifters.
"We're going to train for once. And this time no interruptions Abby."
Hades crossed his arms and gave his younger sister a look that said he was serious. He liked to think that he had the responsibility of training the wolves of his age group.
"Stop being such a sour puss Heid. You're not even 16 yet"
Abigail rolled her eyes and flipped off her brother as usual. Something she apparently picked up from some show that Hades complained that she watched too often.
"Watch your tongue brat. You want me to tell mum and dad?"
"I'll just tell them that I learned it from you"
Tongue stuck out at Hades, Abigail's tiny body shoved him back and escaped.
The pair of siblings continued to bicker as per usual, while all the other pups dispersed to do their own game, not wanting to get within the crossfire of the hot headed Henderson siblings.
Mikkel was soon bored by the usual bickering. His eyes moved towards a group of wolves that cheered on their peers who had shifted, engaging in a mock battle. The wolf to the right knelt down on his hinds as he yipped at his female competitor's tail to get a rise out of her. Growling in annoyance, she pounced on him pinning him to the soft pastures that cushioned his fall.
Mikkel felt a sense of excitement wash through him as he watched them. He rooted for the female wolf, the smaller one of the two. Being small always brought him harsh consequences, so seeing someone else so small turn the tables with a larger competitor made him feel content.
Wanting to get a closer glimpse at the duel, he crawled back up the cliff and quietly slid it down, hoping he would not give himself away. He did succeed in concealing his movements. However, the changing direction of the wind blew his cover.
"Intruder!"
Ryan shouted as he snapped his head towards where Mikkel hid.
Heart thumping with apprehension, Mikkel held his breath praying that none of them would locate him. However, what chances did he have against young pumped werewolves that looked for any form of trouble.
"Over here!"
Tara Mcmurphy tore away the bunched-up shrubs that concealed Mikkel, away from the rest of them. Tara had been ahead of the group, which allowed her to skip around the cliff to reveal him beyond the shrubs.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the cursed creature."
This time it was Zack Jefferson.
Mikkel walked back, tripping over a thickened root, he scrambled back on the floor scraping his elbows in the process. Seen through Mikkel's line of vision dark figures of young teenagers stood above him contrasting their selves against the scorching sun.
"What's going on?"
Hades Henderson walked up to him making his way through the crowd that formed around him.
"Its's the cursed creature Alpha."
Mikkel swallowed the oncoming hurt avoiding all of their eyes by focusing them on the old rotten root that made him trip in the first place. all of them had been good friends once upon a time.
"Solar?"
Hades' deepening voice shook Mikkel with its new found rough edge to it. The last time the young Alpha had addressed him, he was nine. Four years later this was the first time they ever interacted.
"Why the heck are you calling him Solar. Stop disgracing my name."
Cassian hooks his hand around his best friend's shoulder with a disgusted scowl directed at his younger cousin.
Mikkel and Cassian had been really close. Belonging to the same house, the two of them had been as close as real brothers. But all of that was thrown out the window that day Mikkel did not live up to the Solar family's expectations.
"Cass....."
Mikkel whispers with his head down.
He missed his brother.
"Stop cass-ing me you freak."
The venom in his adolescent voice threw the younger off, always used to the fond teasing voice that was directed at him. The new Cassian tightened his chest with suffocation.
"What are you doing here, huh? Watching us? Who gave you the right to come out here? Surely my father would love to know this."
He continued.
The crowd around had managed to corner him, giving him no absolute route for escape.
Hands belonging to Ryan grabbed him by his collar suspending him mid-air, a sparkle in his pair of blue eyes at the prospect of making a spectacle at the expense of the unwanted son of the Gamma.
However, as soon as he was halted mid-air, he was dropped as quickly at the sound of skin crawling growl that emitted from a raging Hades.
"Step away from him."
Mikkel felt the figures closest to him distance themselves from him, obeying the wishes of their future Alpha. Cassian looked at his friend in utter confusion, trying to comprehend the intentions behind his command.
"Right.. None of you should touch him. Learn from Hades. You don't want to be contaminated with some type of wolf-less disease do you?"
Cassian filled in coming up with a context for the equally confused future Alpha, who looked around as if he had not just ordered them to stop. The attention that he received seemed to have snapped him back to reality as he continued shrugging.
"Ya, I don't want to have any more useless wolves in my pack"
"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
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
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