Howl to the Moon (Haikyuu Omegaverse)

Chapter 1: The hunter

"We are finally here," he said with the microphone pressed to his lips, "to proclaim the next leader of the pack when I can no longer continue because years outweigh power," he said with a laugh.

"That will never happen, dad," he replied, putting an arm around his father's shoulders.

The entire pack laughed.

People screaming as agonizing pain ripped through them and the sour smell filled the air.

Everyone was running away from them.

"You don't know that, my son," the man replied with a gentle smile. "At any moment a misfortune can happen."

The boy looked at his father adoringly. He was a strong and confident man, father and alpha. He was not like that, and he believed he could never reach his father. The mastery with which he dominated the pack and with which he avoided the hunters was never seen before.

Now, in his election ceremony, the boy knew there would never be an alpha as brave as his father. But his father was getting old, he had had three children, only he and his younger sister were alphas. He was the oldest, he was 20 years old. His sister was only 17.

Bullets spread the powder in small explosions from the barrels of HK USP semiautomatic pistols, submachine guns and assault rifles that tore through the air with murderous hisses. They passed through the walls and the innocent flesh of dozens of people gathered there in the hope of being saved, while falling one after another in the middle of pools of blood with a strong sour smell. It was the smell of death, the smell of pain, the smell of aconite devouring the entrails of children and adults who fought back with everything they had, because the survival instinct was stronger than fear. But it was all in vain. Because they had been found.

They were hunting them one by one.

His father's phrase echoed in his head: "At any moment a misfortune can happen."

They had exterminated many packs, there were few left in Japan. Little by little they were taking ground and conquering territories that were taken away with the force of a hurricane of weapons and metal. They spread panic all over the world, in every country, on every continent.

They were accused of being murderers. They were baseless accusations, of course. They didn't kill anyone. It was a lie that arose from the fear of ignorance, from envy and from the inferiority complex. But the reality was that the real killers were those who carried the weapons and murdered defenseless children trying to find a world where only pure humans existed.

But he wasn't going to allow it. He would fight, he would get allies, he would clear the name of the human inheritors of the power of the wolves. He would fight the hunters.

"SON!" his father yelled a few feet away. "FLEES! YOU ARE THE HEIR! YOU MUST SAVE THE PACK! GET AWAY, DON'T LET THEM FIND YOU! "

"WHAT DO YOU SAY? I CAN'T LEAVE NOW!" he screeched.

"FLEES!"

A burst of bullets passed over his shoulder and ripped through the air until they embedded in his father's chest, on the left side. Right where his heart was.

He ducked and ran avoiding new bullets trying to kill him. One hit him in the shoulder and he stumbled. He grunted in pain and smelled how the flesh around the bullet hole emitted a small wisp of smoke as the aconite burned his skin and muscle.

Despite the pain in his shoulder and the bullets aimed at him, he kept running to leave the place, just as his father had told him. Tears filled his eyes, burning and stinging them, but he kept moving forward, glancing back to see the last moments of his father, the alpha of the pack.