Don't waste your time.

The field was coated in ruby red blood and the grass supposed to be green was seen as squelching mud. dead bodies either rotted from being dead for a while or new ones layed lifeless. There's nothing more feared than death, but this, this was hell, everything that had gone on in this battle field was either madness or pure hatred. The Winter pack had no choice but to surrender, supplies were low and fewer wolves remained in the battle. So that's where i was told i was going to be involved, omegas had no choice nevermind rare ones like me. The legendary wolf known as the 'warrior' was a wolf that outpowered everyone even an army. Since the warrior died of age his spirit wolf chose a wolf that was deemed to be a succesful leader. Eventually the sprit was passed down to me, no matter if i was an omega, or a submissive one at that, the spirit chose me. I wonder why though, there is really nothing special about me. My mother and father wanted an alpha to take over when they retired, sadly, they got me instead, so like any other omega i was banished to the dungeon where i was fed just about two times a day, chained to the wall with only as little as a hole in the wall for light. And, of course you were beaten, abused or r***d as punsihment due to 'unneccesary' 'disobeying' actions. over the years some omegas starved themselves but me? i took orders and followed them. It was pathetic. though being a 'disgrace' to the current alphas pack, i was treat worse even if i didn't do anything to deserve it. and so as a reslt of being the Warriors chosen one my black fur is matted and stained in my very own blood, my aqua eyes always tainted in sorrow because there nothing to stich my heart back together. The only comfort i have is my inner wolf- Soldier.