As soon as I turned 21 years old, I left the lockwood pack in search of my true pack and my biological parents, that is how I became the Lone Wolf, the omega.
I stumbled upon another pack, a pack of pure alphas. They never left their wolf form. They were all black fured with piercing black eyes with an oroma around them, none of them had mates. I showed them my true identity. They started whisperering among themselves. "The rumours are true," snarled one of the alphas while the other alphas all snapped at me.
what rumours? but they would not tell me.
they began to circle me, sniffing and snarling every time I made eye contact with one of them. I could feel the freckles on my back starting to stand on edge, I ran... I ran as fast as I could until I collapsed with exhaustion.
what rumours? I constantly thought to myself, my mind was racing, did I belong to one of their packs? Did they know my parents?
I fell to sleep that night hungry with my thoughts racing about my parents, my pack, and my old life. what will the future hold for me?
not many Lone wolfs survive in the wild, hunting is hard, protecting yourself against other packs was the hardest of them all. You see, Lone wolfs are the easy targets to the new inexperienced wolfs to show of their strength and abilities, without a pack a Lone Wolf is left to defend them selves against mother nature and packs.
if a Wolf bites another wolf, it is deadly...
I have only ever seen it happen once.
FlashBack
It was the middle of a heatwave. Jaden, the wolfs mate, passed away during childbirth. Unfortunately, the cub never made it. Jaden then went rougue and could not control his shift or anger, not long after he left... he was the first to ever leave the pack, alone he wondered the mountings and woods. until one day Jaden came back covered in blood, he was bitten by another packs Alpha during a fight.
He started to become weak and was unable to shift to his wolf form. A couple days later, Jaden started to hallucinate his dead mate and child. After that, he started to deterrate quickly, and violently, after a whole week of suffering, he passed away. No one else from the pack ever left, Until that one cold wintery night on my 21st birthday...
NOW
I restarted my search for my pack, my true pack.
My stomach started to growl... he was hungry - There's no food, my wolf was going crazy with hunger.