HIM( a werewolf story)

ed to sit still and I always wanted to run around. My father wa

ople looked up to us. They saw us as, for lack of a better word, gods. We ruled their life an

s a kid. My parents never

iven any toys and had to get my own food. I also never had many friends. Pretty much eve

de me feel like I meant something, l

n't showing us the same respect as they used to. More and more rogues

antly wondered why no one was listening to them anymore. They always said that

hat to do, so I went to my parents. My mother had been arguing with my fath

er cheek. I was trying to comfort her. I didn't know why daddy hit her.

down that night and

ere hated for being something that we couldn't even control. We used to be omegas. At the time I had n

gas? Eventually, I was born and the pack we used to belong to grew

rents grew tired of this after a

me of the strongest superna

th we had

south,

east, a

, to the we

h the other creatures in the area. In all honesty, we hated each

ns pretty much took

could not discover our kind or the council would destroy us. Of course there were the few hunters, who

one. Demons loved to dish out a good deal every now and then in exchange for a price of course. Their soul

was fair: in exchange for my father's soul, the

. The demon made people fear us. It made people intimidated by us. The demon gave them all the things that my parents craved.

e same demon he made the deal with. The demon had said that we broke one of its most important rules. W

s and some of them even enjoy the comfort of a human. That was very illegal with the council, however, and the wolv

eventually they have no brain left. It is like they are r

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

lves by driving off a thirty foot bridge. The demon was coming for his payment soon and

ad slowly broke off into their own packs. The few that ha

The level of hate that people felt towards me had

five ye

someone killing me. Everyone wants rev

use

worth

t an Omega and peop

ch less one of the most

rs, people h

ved me and calle

t me like

told me that they would make

finally have had enou

to ge

to es

e decision to

run at