The Death Twins

Sam and Jac

Sam's P.O.V

Werewolves we are, but the were side doesn't really count for me and my twin brother Jac. We were born in wolf form and have never changed, we don't mind it though, we're free. But how come we were born in wolf form? Our pack. We were born in a pack with a cruel Alpha. Let's begin where it all starts. My mom. My mom was a rogue, she was free and happy. There were enough places which weren't someones territory and she lived a happy live as rouge. Most people see rouges as the bad ones, but they aren't. Only if they became rouge because of some traumatic experiences. My mom then found her mate when she was twenty. He was the Alpha's son, the youngest son. Their Alpha was dying of old age while he was just twenty-four. She moved in and was loved by everyone instantly. She had a great time with the pack until the Alpha died. The oldest son, now forty, still didn't have a mate and was mad at all his siblings. He often forced himself on my mother while cried for help. The walls were soundproof and she was lost. Her whole live she was free, until she got into a pack. She got raped by her soon to be family. She did get us with her mate, luckily. But again, the Alpha got furious and forced her not to give birth while giving birth. The only way not to completely listen to the Alpha is by being in wolf form. The alpha didn't have enough power to control over her when she was in wolf form, her wolf was still a free spirit. She gave birth in her wolf form causing us to be in wolf form. We couldn't change in human form but were alive. We lived under our parents protection. They thought us how to fight before talking. I lied, we did it at the same time. Fighting against our Alpha is the reason we're still alive. You might think our parents were harsh and only wanted us to fight, but they were so kind and gentle. They were normal parents but thought us to fight from a young age. We also weren't hated by the pack even though we couldn't talk like humans. We could hear them and we would say whatever we had to say through mind link. Nobody hated us, except the Alpha, let that just be the most powerful person in the whole pack. He wanted us to change, and I'm afraid it was to rape me rather than just seeing what we looked like. He was a cruel man and threw Jac and me in the dungeons because we were such a pain in the ass for him. We lived there for a year with only visits from our parents once in a while. The alpha also tortured us. He once pulled out one of my brothers nails and he would cut wounds, made by knifes, over and over again. My whole face was filled with scars, he especially liked the one over my right eye. he kept cutting it, if it became a scar he would cut over it again until it was bleeding the whole time. When we were eight we were free again and lived with our parents for a while, but they became suspicious of the Alpha and told us we would be training twice as much just to make sure we could protect ourselves if anything happened. Our schedule was sleep-eat-train-eat-sleep over and over again for two years. When we were ten the Alpha called in a pack meeting to tell us something. We didn't know where our parents were and just went to the main hall with the stage to seek for them there, and we found them... tied up on stage. I growled low but Jac calmed me. "I'm called in this pack meeting to tell you something very important. I am the Alpha and you will listen to me. If you don't you'll end up like these two." He pointed at our parents. "They disobeyed in many ways and today I will teach them a lesson and show you what will happen if you disobey me!" he yelled. He took a sword and without a warning straight up killed my mother. The sword swung through her neck / throat. I build such rage that I jumped on the stage and began attacking him. My wolf was pretty big for my age, and especially my gender. Even though I don't want to admit it, males are usually bigger and stronger than females. Not in my case though. I was big and strong for who I was and actually stood a change against the Alpha. I killed him eventually. I slit his throat with my claws, freed my father and ran away as fast as I could. My brother followed me while my father tried but had trouble moving. We haven't seen him after that. I did feel myself grow stronger once I was free. My brother and I trained ourselves, told each other things and discovered most tricks we know now ourselves. We were free and stayed free, together, we promised each other. No more packs, not even when you find your mate. We knew what had happened to our once free mother and don't want to have the same fate. We were just two pups, exploring the world together. We were apparently able to mask our scent, now we could be truly free. Other pack can't smell us so we can move on anyone's territory. The things I love most about being free are just the small things that make the world beautiful. We have seen so much, yet everyday we discover something new and beautiful. I love running through the green forests and jungles, climbing into trees, jumping, swimming near waterfalls, watching the moon and the stars, watching sunset and sunrise, watching as the sky changes it's colours, running and feeling the wind in my fur, feeling the dirt under my paws and on my stomach. I appreciate every small and beautiful thing in life since I know what it's like to live in captivity. We came across rogues who lived the same as we did. We would have great nights with them. They would make a fire and some have a guitar or an other instrument. We would party and celebrate our freedom all night. We've met a lot of people and we can always just talk to them using mind link. We were young but knew so much about how to appreciate live. Many rogues live in small packs of rogues, I still don't think you're free completely if you live in a pack, even when there's no Alpha, but it's better than in full captivity. Some rogues are also way to young to live alone so they need older wolves to take care of them. Some rogues told us about their previous packs. "The Alpha threatened to kill me if I didn't pay him." "Pay him for what?" "For being part of the pack." A pack is a group of wolves which protect each other. Those wolves don't owe an Alpha money or anything. I wouldn't be able to make money if I had to pay an Alpha. How can a wolf get payed in the human world? We turned sixteen and found more and more rogues from packs with horrible Alphas. A lot of rogues asked us to help them because we seemed strong and the Alpha was still keeping their children, parents, mates or anyone they loved captive. We decided to give it a try and help some rogues. We killed three Alphas in one week. It went great. I asked a trustworthy rogue to find rogues in need and call me for help if he found any. We were only killing the Alpha and the people who like the Alpha for the wrong reasons, which were usually witnesses. Some rogues went to other packs and some took the freedom, thanked us and left. One day, Marcel, the rogue I trusted to find rogues in need found one. He wasn't sure how to contact me but he tried, he told me. I heard a howl and I knew it was him. Most wolves would not have been able to hear the sound because of the distance it had to travel, but my ears work better than most wolf's ears. We ran in the direction but before we were even there, I smelled what was happening. A rogue was bleeding, a lot. I followed the scent and found them. "What happened?" I asked, observing the rogue. It was a young pup, about the same age as Jac and I. "His Alpha punished him." Marcel said. "Water, leaves and Jac, you know what." I mind linked all the nearby rogues. I was trying to get contact with the rogue. "Hey, hey open your eyes. Don't die on my watch." I mind linked him. He slowly tried to open his eyes. "Good to see your still alive." I  said, smiling inside. "What's your name?" I asked keeping him steady on the rock with my snout. The water arrived. "I forgot to ask, we need some kind of fabric." I mind linked. The rogues nodded and went to cut some of their own clothing, cleaning it in the fresh, flowing water from the waterfall and bringing it back to me. I let his head rest on a volunteer's arms and gently took the fabric, baptised it in the water and laid it on his body. His chest was all red from blood and he was obviously in a lot of pain. Jac came back with a rogue holding herbs. "What are those?" Marcel asked curious. "Herbs that help against inflammation, cools it down and gives the skin some rest." I said. Than the leaves arrived. I chewed the herbs, soaked it in water, threw the bucket of water empty on a piece of fabric so the water would leave and then put it on a leave. The rogues were surprised to how I was able to do all of that without hands. I put the leave on the boys chest. At first, he stiffened, but he than relaxed and let the herbs do their job. I told the rouges to keep doing the same thing and began mind linking the boy. "How are you? Feeling better." I said soft and he slowly and softly nodded, but was still in pain. "Can you talk or does that hurt too much? Or do you not have enough energy to talk." I said listening to his heartbeat and breathing. His heartbeat was normal and his breathing was just a bit uneven but he slowly managed to control it. "Your wolf is obviously hurt too, we'll take care of both of you and you'll be free in no time." I said. He listened and relaxed. His chest was almost completely buried with herbs and leaves. "His Alpha could be able to follow the scent of his blood. My brother and I will guard this place one at a time so we can all have a good nights rest. Please treat yourself and go to sleep early. I will take the first round. Good night." I said and they all nodded, told each other to have a good night and went to sleep.