o sit still in one place and I always wanted to run around. My fath
ople looked up to us. They saw us as, for lack of a better word, gods. We ruled their life an
hat I was never given any toys and had to get my own food. I also never had many friends. Pretty much everyone was intimidated and terrified of me, but
cking and trying to destroy the pack. People were rebelling. They grew tired of our laws. At this point, my parents were panicking and constantly won
my father and he had gotten tired of her complaining. He hit her and she screamed. I remember running up to my mom, where she lay on the floor clut
down that night and
no idea what that term meant, until they told me that it was a title for the weakest wolves of a pack. I was confused. How were we so powerful now, when we used to be omegas? Eventually, I was born and t
, angels, and finally, to the west, demons. Werewolves were never commonly known to associate themselves with the other creatures in the area. In
They could not discover our kind or the council would destroy us. Of course there were the few hunters, w
meeting with one of the crossroad demons. He made a deal with him, a deal my father thought was fair: in exchange for my father's soul, the demon agreed to grant them ten years of fortune. He made them the leaders of one of the most successful werewolf packs in the world and gave t
e same demon he made the deal with. The demon had said that we broke one of its most important rules. W
was very illegal with the council, however, and the wolves that did seek that comfort were immediately taken care of. When a were goes rogue their bodies start to shut down.
an died, the demon dropped their contract, but held onto their souls. Our pack began slowly diminishing. Eventually, no one respected
g enough for them. I couldn't take over the p
emselves by driving off a mountain. The demon was coming for his payment soon and m
hat had stayed were set on making me suffer for their downfall. I had fallen back into my original title as
ally see that. I can't lead a pack, much less one of the most powerful in the world. For five years, people have beat me. People have starved me and called me rude names. They treat me like I am scum. On many occasion
ight. I am getting