Alpha Debby's Dreams

Chapter 3

The day moved slow at its own pace. The pack had it's breakfast at 6am. Under the scrutiny of the head omega, the other omega waitors performed their roles. While the slaves moved to the next chore of making the brunch and few of us went to farm while the omegas picked the fresh vegetables. The male warriors train from 7:00 am to 10:00 am, then they all go for a run, by noon the brunch starts.

The kids went to school and the women went to their chores. Each hierarchy had their own duties. This pack was smaller in size of only 400 wolves with Alpha Beta and Gamma families, and were situated in the outskirts of a small town. The Alpha family took care of the pack alliances, imports and exports, managing economy of the pack and its dwellers. The Beta family was responsible for patrols, training and anything related to the physical development and security of the pack members. The Gamma family was responsible for all the activities within the pack, the daily work and wages, maintainance of resources, omegas etc. If one could look at the overall picture this pack performed like a good pack should. Except the slaves that were given shelter were neglected completely. Every one forgot that slaves were children of the same Moon Godess that they worshiped and feared too.

Most of the slaves were werewolf, some lower class witches who had deflected from the covens during these frequent pack wars, and the major population was children who went orphan. The pack children who lost their parents during the war were better treated in the pack orphanage or adopted by their relatives within or other packs. The neglects were made slaves to do the hardwork so even the omegas in the pack were better off with less work in a more relaxed environment.

If the slaves were to be treated like omegas it would still have been good. But, the pack members irrespective of their ranks decided to bully, corner, mistreat and withhold the basic necessities for these beings. The fate of all people changed ever since the great war that was fought 27 years back, when Debby was only 10 years old. The enemy allies stuck together and berated those from every other pack that were not in the alliance. Soon, one after the other the other packs fell who had chosen loyalty to the Late King and Queen. Few of those packs, joined the evil pack alliances to survive or escape an attack with heavy costs to their economic livelyhood. They had to part 50% of their yearly income every year to these evil packs. There were also a few packs who chose to go rogue and eventually the members ended up in an even worse off situation being rescued as slaves. Unlike the popular belief rogues don't become mad, in fact a lonely wolf like any lonely human can become secluded and may seem mad in others eyes. Rogues can still be sane, if they lived in the midst of family, friends and relatives. In one of those raids, Debby had slipped in to be rescued at 17 by this pack.

In a very early age, Debby had understood that loyalty meant nothing when survival was up for discussion. Yet, her maternal aunt' pack, the Bloodmoon Pack took her in out of love and the Alpha's loyalty to the royals. Not one soul thought that they could be attacked after 7 years of peace. Now Debby knows, peace and loyalty are just relative terms of the situation that is presented. She doesn't take anything for granted anymore. She fights, protects the ones who love her within this pack. She works twice as hard as anyone else inside this pack. She has been taking care of her members since she was just 17 years old. She had seen war first hand. When she first lost her parents and her home and then her allies. She is more than determined to build the army to get the heads of the evil alliances. She knows that a pack follows rules and the rules are made by the leaders. The lower class simply follows the directions.

Debby is yet to find her mate at 37. The stronger the wolf the more time passes finding the true mate. In fact Debby doesn't even want to find a mate for the simple reason that her Goddess given mate might not share the same vengeance she does. In her world, first chances, second chances are heard of. Third chances are rare to the degree that it happened almost 300 years ago in the family of the Royal from the other side of the planet. Warewolves could live as long as 200 years, Royals could live as long as half a century. All were susceptible to the dangers of getting killed, or slowly killed. It was a brutal world after all. The Were-Lycan that would be visiting is only in his seat for the past 50 years or so, but it is well known that he looks devastatingly handsome man of just 25 years old. Such is ageing, which slows down even more at every 50 years. Probably the visiting King will look 25 for a while now.

Debby wasn't bothered with either first chances second chances let alone third chances. She didn't really bother about finding a mate. She didn't bother about the physique of any man or woman. She bothered solely about the survival of her and her loyalty followers. Escaping wasn't that big of a deal, she has been working on procurement of a small land in the interior of a forest further ahead of 2 packs. Her loading and unloading of goods from the packgates to pack warehouse gave her access to outside world where she had befriended a human who used to drive the delivery truck. Sam always knew about her, he was a old man in his sixties, greying hair, who used to know and work with Alpha Derrick. Back in the day Sam Watson, was a well known lawyer. He being human living in the human world, was a reason he escaped any fatality. Now his practice at the firm was taken over by Philip Watson, his elder son and Margaret Conney, his daughter now married to Alex Conney, the owner of a big architecture firm Conney Enterprises. The humans were the first allie, Debby had. Back in the day, she used to play with Philip Watson and he had a crush on her when he was a teen. He always used to live visiting Crescent Moon when his father was on business. When he grew up, he came to know about Debby, he knew there was no future here, but that still didn't stop him from having a one sided love for her, or so he thought. At 40s he was still a virgin and a spinster, no one knew. Although at every party he would flaunt a new beautiful woman on his arm, building a Casanova name in the Page 3 of every media outlet. He was the public face of the firm and always in headlines.

Most people didn't know Sam, Philip, Margaret and Alex were the framework of Debby' budding empire.