Into The Woods: The Rejected Omega

Third Person's POV It was midnight of fall and the moon was painted in blood red half covered by dark clouds. Into the woods were scattered bloody fleshes and corpses on the ground, screams full of agony and gunshots can be heard and the blazing fire is eating up almost half of the forest. "Run Zave! Run and never look back!" a woman shouted from afar with tears freely falling down her cheeks before transfoming into a greyish brown werewolf attacking the incoming group of hunters. Moments later a deafening sounds of gunshots can be heard throughout the forest accompanied by a loud cheering of hunters as they brutally tore the greyish brown werewolf with their axes. "Find that bastard child!" a bearded bulky man shouted like a maniac towards his subordinates carrying a machete. A small child was clumsily but hastily running out of the forest towards the mountain. His small white feet covered in bruises and blood dripping from stepping on rocks and twigs along the way as he runs desperately for life. When he was finally into the mountain he was fortunate enough to find a small hole of a tree trunk but is enough for him to fit into a ball. He grabbed the nearby dead leaves that fell on the ground to help cover the hole from the outside. He remembers how their pack was ambushed and was mercilessly killed by the group of hunters. His father was the Alpha of the pack which stayed behind with his subordinates to fight the hunters. His mother, the Luna carried him hastily out of the pack house to escape. Aside from him no one survived. His cheeks flushed in bright red and tears brimming in his red puffy crystal blue eyes. He urged himself not to cry nor make any kind of noise since the hunters are still roaming nearby. Shortly afterwards his eyes started to close voluntarily and he fell asleep out of exhaustion. ** The gloomy morning came and dark clouds covered the sky, winter was closing in. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the sky blankly for a while. "Zave listen to me. Go to the mountains and look for a river, once you pass that by you'll be able to find the nearby pack. It is a big and powerful pack you'll be safe once you get there and give this token to them." He remembered what his mother told him that night as he clutched the grey token in his small chubby hands to his chest. He started walking pass the mountain looking for the river. His small feet wobbling a little as he walks. His stomach grumbling and churning out of hunger. It was not until the afternoon that he was finally able to get to the river bank. The river was narrow but deep. It was very hard for him to swim accross the river but he doesn't have much choice for fear that maybe the hunters are still looking out for him and might be able to catch up with him. When he finally passed across the river, he sat on the riverbank, chest huffing and puffing out of breath. His clothes were wet and dirty and some parts of it were torn. He looked like a drenched pitiful pup. He heaved a deep sigh when suddenly he heard some rustling from the woods nearby, the sound of broken twigs and dead leaves. He looked around but saw no one. A cold chill washed over him as he saw red menacing eyes looking at him with fangs bared. His heart beat fast out of anxiousness. He was horrified. "Why a rogue?" he thought to himself. Rogue wolves are excluded from the pack because they made grave mistakes to their pack, they are considered a threat once they turn into a rogue and were always hunt down by packs. Wolves needed a pack to keep them sane and without a pack they'll turn into wild beasts completely taken over by their wolf instinct. They become savages. He was about to stand up and run when his eyes suddenly turned blanked and blacked out.