Sylvia was not used to being ignored for such a long time, so she decided to go and meet Fenrir. Fenrir had not seen her for the last three to four days; the last time they met was when he was in the forest looking for Aria. Sylvia knocked on the door. "Come in..." Fenrir said. She entered his room. Fenrir was standing by the window looking outside. She went and stopped by his side. She grabbed his arm and put her head on his shoulder. "Fenrir, what's changed?" She asked. "Huh!" Fenrir came out from the train of his thoughts; he was thinking about something else. "I am asking, why haven't you called me into your chamber for days now..." She asked. Sylvia was relieved to see that the Omega girl wasn't there anymore. "I was busy. You know everything that happened very well. I am still in shock to find out that there is a culprit among us," Fenrir said to her. Sylvia hummed. "It is possible. This is a very large and very old pack. There are many enemies around us. It could be anyone
As Sylvia stormed out of Fenrir's chamber, her mind churned with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, betrayal, and regret tangled together, knotting her stomach with each step she took. How had a simple confrontation spiraled so wildly out of control?Finding refuge in the quiet solitude of her quarters, Sylvia sank onto the edge of her bed, her thoughts a fierce storm raging within her. She replayed the scene in Fenrir's chamber over and over, each word exchanged a dagger to her pride."I shouldn't have said those things," she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "But he... he pushed me too far."The memory of Fenrir's anger flashed before her eyes, his voice booming with authority as he pinned her down with the weight of his disappointment. It was a side of him she had never seen before, and it cut deeper than any physical wound. He has never even raised his voice on Sylvia, never... "I thought he trusted me," Sylvia whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of hu
As the discussion about the magic wall in the south of the pack and the announcement of his beta came to a close, Fenrir cleared his throat, his expression serious as he broached a new topic. "There is another matter that weighs heavily on my mind," he began, his voice commanding the attention of the room. "I recently learned of the treatment of our Omega wolves within our pack."The elders exchanged uneasy glances, a sense of unease settling over the room at Fenrir's unexpected revelation. Elder Thalia spoke up, her voice filled with concern. "What do you mean, Alpha Fenrir?" she inquired, her tone tinged with tension.Fenrir's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mixture of frustration and determination. "I was not aware of the extent to which our Omegas have been mistreated," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "It is unacceptable."Elder Markus furrowed his brow, his mind racing with the implications of Fenrir's words. "Surely, there must be some mistake," he ventured, h
In the side of the pack, across the magic wall. In that same abandoned house, Sylvia was sitting on a sofa and Brian was standing near the window looking at the darkness and shadows outside the house. "What happened between you two? I told you, you're losing your charm, and now this..." Brain asked Sylvia to meet him in secret. She came and now he is asking her what happened between her and Fenrir. "It is none of your business, it was just a small fight. Fenrir still trusts me. And I am one of the warriors of the pack. So, you don't have to worry about anything..." Sylvia tried to convince him. But he smirked. "Yeah, that I know, how much he trusts you! He has a list of people that he doubts, and I may not be on the list yet, but your name is already on it." Brain said. "And I don't wonder why, it is all because of the things you do in your foolishness," Brian said, he could see the silhouettes of darkness dancing in the forest. His eyes are glowing red. He is angry, but, he has t
As Aria emerged from the Omega quarters, a rush of emotions swept over her. She couldn't quite believe what she had just done. Standing up for herself felt like defeating a mighty obstacle, a giant obstacle that had loomed over her for far too long. And now, she had conquered it. The weight of the confrontation slowly lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of freedom that she had never known before. It was empowering, exhilarating even, to speak her mind and not be swayed by the harsh words of those who had once bullied her.At that moment, she realized something profound: their opinions didn't matter. They held no power over her anymore. She was never a coward, but she had no hope or reason to do so. But now she has a reason to live and make herself worthy of the person who has put his trust in Aria. She will do it for him, she will do it for Fenrir. As she walked back, the curtains on her mind were lifting slowly. She could now think more vastly.'Why had she been so afraid
Fenrir was now worried about the magic wall. The elders were researching to find who created it and for how long the wall had been there because it seemed to be very strong magic. When they discovered the wall, it was hidden well and no one could see or feel it. But now, after its discovery, the magic of the wall was getting stronger, and all the pack members could feel this unseen force. Fenrir wanted to protect his pack from any lurking danger hidden behind the wall. He and Fuma were trying to find out who the culprit was but had found no clue. Everything seemed to be getting difficult day by day. Fenrir sat in his office, reading an old book that could give him insight into the history of magic that can hide someone or something behind a magic wall. After reading for hours, he was so tired but he couldn't find anything. Then an idea popped up in his head. He called Fuma.Fuma came into his office in ten minutes. "Yes, Alpha, what is it?" he questioned."Fuma, can you find a way tha
As Aria wakes up from her haunting dream, her heart pounds in her chest, echoing the terror of the nightmare. She finds herself in the dimly lit, desolate surroundings of the omega quarters, a stark contrast to the grandeur of the rest of the pack's territory. Aria, the omega, has always felt out of place, her dreams haunted by the screams of her family."For the love of the moon, not again," Aria mutters to herself, wiping the cold sweat from her brow. She glances around the cramped room, feeling suffocated by the weight of her status.Forced to endure the harsh realities of her position, Aria trudges through the day's work, her hands calloused from labor, her spirit worn down by the constant torment from her peers.Sylvia, the gamma's daughter, flits about the garden with an air of superiority, her laughter grating on Aria's nerves."Look at the little omega scurrying about," Sylvia sneers, tossing a disdainful glance in Aria's direction."You'll never amount to anything more than d
The next day dawns with the weight of expectation pressing down on Aria's shoulders. As she sets out to begin her daily tasks, she braces herself for another day of relentless torment and hardship. “When will all of this end, I hope it ends one day and I get out of here… It is not even my fault,” She thought and went to pick up the broom for cleaning. With each sweeping motion of the broom, Aria's muscles ache with exhaustion, her hands raw from the relentless labor. But despite her efforts, she can never seem to keep up with the relentless pace set by her peers. “Why are you so slow? Come on, Aria, pick up the pace!" The omega lead chides, her voice sharp with impatience. "We don't have all day, there is so much work to do, come on, finish this fast,” Aria's jaw clenches with frustration as she fights to hold back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She knows she's working as fast as she can, but it's never enough for her relentless tormentors. Aria did all the cleanin