WOLF BOY

You know the rules

Smucker opened the small locket and saw the precious photos inside. As he looked at them, memories filled his mind and tears formed in his eyes. Suddenly, a woman's voice interrupted his thoughts, making him jump and turn around.

“How long have you been there?” he asked, trying to calm himself.

“Long enough to see you think about your family,” she replied, sitting next to him.

Smucker sniffed and wiped his nose, feeling defensive. “You don't know anything about family, so just leave me alone.”

She chuckled softly. “You were aware of the rules, but still chose to fall in love with a vampire..."

“We don't get to choose who we fall in love with, Jayda,” Smucker argued.

“But it's been 3 whole years, you should at least try to move on,” she suggested.

Smucker let out a bitter laugh and glanced at her. “You know, loyalty is a rare quality, but it really bothers me when people fail to understand that certain rules should not be blindly followed. Nobody should have the power to dictate who someone else ends up with, and it's absolutely wrong to harm a mother and her child just because she fell in love with a werewolf!”

The anger in his voice was evident, and his eyes were filled with tears. “So what's your plan now? Are you going to challenge alpha Grendel or maybe even Grandalf? Some things are better left as they are, as anger can have destructive consequences."

Smucker stood up after giving Jayda a single glance, feeling the heaviness of his sorrow and rage. The wolf clan lived in constant fear of the alpha brothers Grandalf and Grendel because of people like her. Smucker wished he had the courage of Grindale, who had offered to sacrifice himself for his loved ones. However, it was too late for that now. The only thing that mattered was whether he would ever be able to seek revenge for his family.

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His senses were on high alert as the arrow flew past his ear, the sound of it slicing through the air like a sharp knife. He could feel the breeze from it brushing against his cheek, and the sight of it piercing a tree in front of him made his eyes widen in surprise. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he quickly glanced behind him, the wolf pack chasing him closely, their eyes shining with a strong zeal to end his life. With a determined spirit, he pushed himself to his limits, navigating through the thick forest, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought to preserve his life.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, an arrow pierced his leg, and an intense pain shot through his leg, causing him to let out a horrifying scream as he fell to the ground. With immense pain, he clenched his teeth and removed the arrow from his flesh, feeling dizzy from the agony. Attempting to stand, he realized his ankle was dislocated, causing him to fall back down with a loud thud. Tears welled up in his eyes as he witnessed another arrow narrowly miss him, flying past just inches away. Aware that time was running out, he knew his attackers were rapidly approaching.

With a loud cry of pain, he forcefully put his dislocated joint back in place, the sound reverberating through the forest. But before he could make a move, his attackers closed in on him, their eyes shining with a fierce hunger for his blood. He realized he was trapped, and a feeling of despair washed over him as he understood that this was the end for him.

“Well well well, look who we've got here,” one of his attackers sneered, squatting down in front of him. The boy trembled with fear as he instinctively moved away from the intimidating figure.

“Any last words, omega?” the menacing man asked, his voice dripping with threat. For a brief moment, silence filled the air before the boy suddenly blurted out, “Mace.”

The assailant's face showed confusion as he struggled to understand what the boy meant. But before he could figure it out, three of his men suddenly fell to the ground with a loud thud. Out of nowhere, darts appeared and swiftly took out three more of his men.

“Who are you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes as he saw a gunman dressed in a dark trench coat and wearing a fedora.

“Well, my name is Mace, and I'm the sheriff around here,” the man in the trench coat replied confidently. “It seems you've chased a child out of your territory and into mine.”

"The great alpha Grandalf demands this omega's death!"

The assailant answered Mace, expecting to see him cower at the mention of Grandalf's name. But there was no fear in his eyes rather without losing his composed demeanor he replied in a slightly sarcastic tone

“I'm sorry, but Alpha Grandalf has no authority here. I do,”

“You're a dead man for daring to start a war with Grandalf,” the assailant threatened, sounding arrogant.

Mace chuckled at the intruder's foolishness, and his pack appeared from behind him, surrounding the trespasser and waiting for Mace's command to attack. The intruder backed away, fear emanating from him, but Mace's signal prompted his pack to unsheathe their claws and leap.

The intruder's screams of agony filled the air as Mace approached the boy who he'd just rescued and offered a helping hand.

“What's your name, my dear friend?” Mace masked.

“Oliver Brown,” the boy replied, still in pain.

“Well, Oliver, you're now part of our family,” Mace declared with a smiling face.

Addressing his pack, Mace spoke with a deep, commanding voice, “Help him and take care of his wounds.”

Oliver watched them rally around him trying as best as they could to carry him without causing much pain, but no matter how careful they were he could not control his grunts of pain

"Mace the boy is in too much pain"

One of Mace's men said stating the obvious

"Put him to sleep then, snap his neck"

Oliver's ears twitched despite his pains as he heard the command, and even before he could protest a strong pair of hands grabbed his head roughly and a sharp pain exploded in his head and ran through his entire body in one instance, leading him to the lull and numb of the awaiting darkness