The Omegas Alpha.

Oleander stood, looking around in disbelief, the war was over, and the Vampires and their allies were retreating under the agreed-upon terms. Peace, after so many years, was returning to the world, allowing the soldiers of the united armies to be released from their service. "How many years has it been, my old friend?" A familiar voice asked, his Alpha stepping up beside him and leaning an arm on Oleander's shoulder as he watched the battle formations dissolving like sand before a storm. The excited chatter from the least experienced pack groups, groups that had arrived a few years earlier, carried across the soft, almost disbelieving whispers from those who had been there from the beginning. "Too long... I lost count after 200. " Oleander said softly, still unable to believe he had survived. His dark brown eyes scanned the disbursing army once more before turning to look at his closest friend and chosen Alpha. Oleander's birth Alpha had died in the first battle of the war, leaving a young Oleander leaderless. His designation had left him to be kicked around the pack groups, unwanted in the early years of the war. Until Alpha Jake had stepped up and offered him his wrist and a new pack. "We have been fighting this war for so long I'm not sure what to do now that it is over." Oleander admits, a soft oomph escaping him as Alpha Jake wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him back towards their own packs tents. " We will return home and see what mess is awaiting us there, maybe even stumble over a mate or two" Jake said with a cheeky grin that only partially hid his own exhaustion. "Though I know the first thing I am going to do when we get home is," he said, going suddenly serious. Oleander glanced up at his Alpha, still stuck under his arm, curious as to what he was alluding to, watching as Jake's serious face lasted only a few seconds before he grinned "Have a bath" Oleander groaned "I should have seen that one coming" he mumbled, shaking his head but unable not to chuckle at his friend's never-ending positivity. A positivity that he didn't share; he was, after all, just an omega. " Yes, you should have. Now go pack up that hovel you call a tent and get ready to move. I can't wait to show you my home pack" Jake said happily as he shoved Oleander towards the small tent by the edge of their group and moved towards his own, similarly-sized tent near the centre. The layout of all the pack groups was the same, the Alpha's tent was pitched at the centre with the warrior's strength dictating their position from there. The weaker, and often younger, soldiers were grouped around the Alpha's tent, while the older, stronger warriors formed an often impenetrable border around the whole group. Oleander had earned his position on the outer edge not long after being accepted into Alpha Jakes pack, despite his designation, he was born to fight, to protect. His strong build and agility made him a hard opponent to beat in a fight. His success under Alpha Jake had been the first step to Omegas being accepted as a part of the fighting formations. The change has slowly eroded away the belief of omegas only being useful for household and bed-related activities and had given omegas dragged along a chance to escape the norms that had restricted them since birth. As instructed, Oleander began packing up his tent. Despite the years of campaigning, he still found it amazing that he could fit his whole life into two duffel bags. One contained the tent and his bedding, the poles and a small foldable table strapped to the side in specially modified loops. His clothes, and other personal items in the other, his weapons never left his hip, the curved blade of his sword sat comfortably beside his leg while his dagger and other knives hid within the folds of his loose-fitting clothes. Taking a moment, Oleander glanced back down over the disordered mass of werewolves and witches preparing to go home. For more than 200 years, war and death were all he had known, and now he was free of it, free to follow his Alpha back to his pack. That unknown was far scarier than anything he had faced on the battlefield. Will the freedom he had enjoyed here as a battle omega continue now the threat was gone... all he could do was wait and see how they were received and pray that his trust in Alpha Jake's word was not misplaced.