HI EVERYONE!! Just letting you know this is just my 2nd story. EVER! My first story was a short story called Unlucky Number 13 which is already posted. This will be an on-going story so please follow!
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The way his eyes sparkle in the sunlight sends shivers down my spine making me quake with wonder how it would look to have them staring straight into my eyes. The way he walks with grace, showing an aura of power seeping through him, gives me the feeling of butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Seeing his tail slowly glide side to side showing he is pleased makes me dizzy with excitement. The confidence that radiates from him makes me want to tell him I’m his mate.
But there’s a problem. I’m a sikla, or omega as some say. And Seff? Well he’s the alpha’s son. Making him the future alpha of our pack. Basically the problem is he’s at the top of the hierarchy whereas I’m right at the bottom. I’m not a sikla because I have brought shame or anything to the pack, no. It’s just that I was born to 2 sikla’s.
You see, a mate is what you would call a soul mate. The wolf gods Tor and Fenris match the 2 wolves so that they complement each other perfectly. Your perfect other. If your mate is a higher rank then you in your pack, your status rises to theirs when you announce your bond. Then your cubs will be born of the same rank as you till they find their mate. It just happened so that both my parents were omegas, making me a sikla too.
But for an alpha’s mate to be an omega has never happened before so I might be rejected for being so lousy. Seff deserves someone better, more beautiful, like Palla with her kindness and love of children, or Yallana with her fierce looks making her the most beautiful wolf in our pack. But watching him now, leading the hunting pack, I couldn’t help but think what our cubs would look like. Would they have glossy black fur like their father? Or would they have fluffy white fur like me? Perhaps a mixture.
Someone in front of me growled as I accidentally walked into them. I had spaced out, thinking of Seff again. I must focus and pay attention. This is my first hunt and I don’t want to make a bad impression. Today one of the hunters had beared the news she is pregnant and can no longer participate in the hunts. So I volunteered to take her place today and I was shocked when Alpha Ulric gave me his permission. And as alpha son, Seff of course, led the hunt.
We smelt the herd before we caught visual and stealthily crept up towards the back and spotted a deer grazing well away from the herd enough that we could set as our goal. What a silly animal. The pack crept in a formation so we could lure it away further from the herd we made ourselves know and the young buck quickly ran away, but not towards the herd as someone would intercept it, but out further into the trees like Seff planned. We chased the deer to a clearing where some of us managed to surround it and it stopped running, knowing it was defeated. As we all stood in our positions we waited for Seff to choose the lucky wolf that gets the honours of today’s kill. If I could prove myself of having a first kill, I wouldn’t be seen as a mistreated sikla, but possibly as a mid-ranked wolf.
As Seff walked around behind each of us, he studied us closely. I quickly dropped my gaze as he came to me, making sure he doesn’t look into my eyes. A female knows who her mate is as soon as she sees him. But a male will only know once he has looked straight into her eyes. I don’t want him to know that his mate is only a sikla, yet. He walked up beside me and nudged my side, letting me know I’m today’s lucky wolf. I was so shocked by his choice I almost raised my head to ask why but I remembered my situation quickly and kept my head down and slowly stalked my way towards the deer.
