It was ironic to hear how everyone was turning against Ulmer with just a few days of him managing the pack. Once upon a time most of them would bathe in the river he would usually cleanse in and sniff whatever flowers he would snuffle on. Now, I would frequently see the grudge-bearers urinating in the river that Ulmer was frequently seen in and stomp on the flowers that he would usually tut on.

The commotion outside was too good to miss. Mama brought me a cup of steaming cocoa and our family watched the dispute that Ulmer got himself into. The plaintiff was my papa's beta and he was a good friend of the family.

Wulfurin lunged towards Ulmer and the latter shocked him with his electric currents. Wulfurin was one of the oldest warriors of the pack and though Ulmer was a promising alpha considering his strength, the veteran was still a good match for him.

The lightning went on for a few seconds before Ulmer stopped and looked at him pompously.

"You do know who you're up against right?" he scoffed.

The older wolf sneered at him. "I do know who you are: the entitled child who grew another pair of balls when he was just placed in a momentary position after a shameful loss!" he snarled before the ground under the younger wolf collapsed and the surrounding walls of the newly formed crevice slammed and left his head protruding out.

"You're going to regret this!" Ulmer seethed as he attempted futile struggles against the earthly restraint. He released electric currents to disintegrate the soil around him but Wulfurin had another trick up his biceps.

Once Ulmer thought that he broke away from the accursed walls of his enemy, the beta extracted metal from the element he was blessed with and used that to restrain Ulmer into a metallic cocoon.

"Vaffanculo (Go fuck yourself) Wulfurin!" he cussed in frustration as his ability was conducted with the metal.

This was very satisfying to watch.

"What do you think you're doing you scum?!" Basba yelled and squeezed through the crowd. "Get out of my way!" he barked and pushed the remaining bodies blocking him.

"Here comes baldy!" Fenris chirped. "Fenris likes crystal balls..." he cooed.

"Yeah Breux, I don't think I'll give you a thumbs up on that."

When Basba saw the pickle his son was in, he became hysterical and began to order the pack around.

"What are you people standing around for? Get this roguish mutt out of here! He dared harm the Chief and for what; his sluttish and dispensable daughter?" he scoffed which irked Wulfurin even further.

"You are sickening!" my papa's beta snarled. "So all of the omegas here are dispensable to you? Did you hear that?" Wulfurin scorned before landing his right foot up front and having the earth spit Ulmer to the surface. Basba caught Ulmer before he could fall back into the hole which would have been so hilarious to see.

"All of your daughters and sons bearing an omega blood can be used and abandoned by this coward once the rogues come to take their own pleasurable dip into their flesh!" he roared and pointed an accusatory finger at the subject of his hate.

This was getting intense.

"Droog I'm scared to watch!" Fenris whimpered.

"Keep an open eye Breux we're just getting to the good part," I urged him.

Wulfurin's statement got the pack all riled up and ready to lash out on them. Ulmer and Basba weren't in the best spot to add wood to the fire but then again they will always try to put themselves on a pedestal no matter what the situation was.

"Thi-this wolf is desecrating the head of the pack! How can you just stand there and take this offense?!" Basba questioned and slowly hid himself behind his equally pale son.

Hm...No one was considered a violator or a traitor when pack members were backstabbing papa. What started the trend now?

Wulfurin spread his arms with a victorious smile as the pack faced the two condemned individuals with rebellious glares.

"It would be defilement if we were only a few but if the whole pack is against the head? The Chief has no other choice but to step down," Wulfurin retorted. "That or beat us all to submission," he challenged.

Ulmer looked genuinely scared and his shrinking father didn't look like he was willing to heat things up any further. Where was Ulmer's mother? I bet she rather tend to their potatoes rather than defend this hopeless case.

The potent show of might to overthrow Ulmer was cut short when the beseeching screams of a female struck disturbance to all of us. The female was Wulfurin's daughter who had evidence of forced intercourse written all over her bare body. She was sobbing and whimpering from the dishonor done to her flesh as she fell into her father's arms with her dignity irretrievable.

I slowly rose from my squatting position in complete sympathy and anger for what had happened to her. A pack member immediately offered a blanket to cover her up and as if that wasn't enough impact to our pack, a flash of thunderous white light pierced through most of the adult males and masculine looking females in the village.

The light lengthened and sections of it changed in color as it penetrated through each form. One by one the victims fell unconscious and when it was finally my turn to be struck, someone had pushed me to take my place.

"Papa!" Fenris and I yelped.

My breath hitched when his body fell limp on top of mine and his stomach oozed relentlessly with bright red blood. My eyes followed the fast velocity of the lightning which continuously skewered pack members. Resentment pulsated inside me and I gently rolled papa to the ground before standing up with a vindictive heart.

Whoever was responsible for this...

"We will end you."

The lightning stormed out of the village and we chased after it.

"Where are you going?!" I heard Conall yell out.

The boisterous force jostled in different directions and we could sense pack members trailing behind us.

"What about us? You missed us you stronzo!" I taunted.

The lightning persistently ignored me with a possible goal of returning to its wolf. I followed the bolt to the entrance of the tunnel in the mountain where it stopped. My eyes urgently scanned the area and I picked up the scent of the possible assailant.

My head snapped up to the narrow ridge of the mountain where I could see the figure of an orange-haired man with a tattoo of two crescent moons hooked to each other on his forehead. There were rustles in the bushes indicating that there were more of them and that we were surrounded.

"You're a little suicidal don't you think?" the werewolf above drawled.

The lightning played around me and ghosted against my skin, threatening to zap me at any moment.

"You hurt my pack..." I gritted out.

The werewolf leaped down from the ridge and grinned. "My apologies for that, actually, my boys and I were wondering if you could give us more of your omegas. We used up the scraps that one of yours abandoned with his bushy tail between his legs."

The muscles in my body twitched as they tensed up from having to hear such repulsive and insensitive things from him.

He had already put a stain on our pack and he was willing to pour more of their filth on us.

"You had enough fun already haven't you?" I managed to ask them. The veins in my body became even more visible and my fangs elongated.

Of all the things I would feel now, it had to be excitement.

The werewolf in front of me could see the physical changes on me and he readied himself while he played it cool.

"You have some balls to charge in here...with some pack members cowering behind trees," he murmured. The other rogues he was with rose up from their hiding spots and walked forward. "Now that my men showed up, isn't it the best time to signal your pals too?"

A wide smile oozing with excessive dribble spread on my face and I scoffed.

"They don't need to move a single fur. I came here on my own accord and I didn't ask any of them to follow me."

My voice was rougher than the usual and a tail sprouted out from my back as my hands transformed into claws.

I didn't know why members tracked them down with us and I couldn't care less if they wouldn't lift a finger to fight with us.

Maybe they thought they can finally get rid of my wolf and I once and for all. They wanted to be witnesses of how these rogues will tear me from limb to limb just like what they always aimed for througout the years.

If we'd die today, at least we should prove to the entire pack our value. Perhaps they'll change for the better and for the future of the pups so that no one would ever feel like an outcast.

The pack will be a wholesome one this time.

The leader of the rogues stepped back and his pet lightning swirled behind him. "Ash him," he ordered out.

Gushes of flames whirled out from his subordinates' mouths and enveloped me in fire.

A loud cackle erupted from my throat as I felt the euphoria from the energy they gave me. This felt like the furnace back in the house during winter where everyone would cuddle up as we thrived through the cold season.

What were they trying to do to me again?

The blaze cleared up and only some parts of my skin were left scalded. The burns were healing in a fast rate with the tissues visibly repairing.

"Our turn!" we piped and converted the energy into electric currents and returned the favor back to them.

"There are so many lightning users..." the leader scoffed.

"Caleb, the werewolves are only absorbing it..." my wolf notified me.

My eyes went around and saw that it had no effect on them. This only made this situation...even more pleasing. I cut off the energy and instead, directed it on their headman. The pesky bolt he had sprung into action and spiraled around my discharge, absorbing it.

"Rip him apart!" the head of the rogues ordered before the rest of them lunged at me.

Uh oh, physical squabble would put us on the shorter stick of fortune.

The ground underneath my form collapsed which rescued my body from the mauling part.

Wulfurin's voice joined in and he barked out orders to shove the hiding pack members from their place.

"Don't just stand there and quiver like blubber, you're in a pack so act like you're in one!"

The soil pushed me back up to the surface where werewolves from the pack finally joined in and took the rogues in a physical brawl with their counterpart wolves.

This actually filled me with hope.

My eyes glared at the lightning that was quivering even more than before and was threatening to lash out at any moment. Wulfurin was able to trap enemy wolves under the soil but had to clash against two subordinate wolves on his own.

While the members that followed me handled the rest and left me with the leader, I gazed at the lightning flickering about in different shades.

What else can it do besides striking people to unconsciousness and making a peephole in their bodies?

The electric bolt shot at its own master and the headman absorbed it in his body. I wasted no time and charged against him with claws ready to peel him like an apple but my body went paralyzed when his eyes flickered gold much like papa's. Ice formed around pack members' feet, pinning them to the spot and the scoundrel wolves strayed away once lacerating winds came to blow on us.

How many abilities did this fucker have?

"He can copy someone else's ability with that bolt," Fenris cleared up for me.

"What a troublesome power..." I scoffed.

"But it's a way to win," Fenris concluded before telling me his plans.

How much secrets was my wolf keeping from me?

The head of rogues tested and tried the abilities he learned from the pack members and used them irresponsibly.

He had his fun already.

"Now it's our turn."

We broke away from the daze of authority under this copycat's eyes and hailed the tearing winds towards our form, letting our pack members free. The rogue leader was intensely amused by that skill and he faced us on with a full smile.

"Once that lightning hits us and returns to him, drown him with all of your abilities. Wulfurin, make sure none of those absorbing wolves hinder," we ordered through the pack link.

"What are you planning Caleb?" he asked.

Fenris' plan was named: 'Kaboom' but it would be a lengthy explanation and I doubt they'll cooperate with us if they knew the entire plan.

"It's complicated but once we give the go signal to run, run like you're being chased by the ratatoskr you killed as a pup," we warned them.

The bolt peered out from the rogue leader and immediately after we absorbed the zephyrs, the bolt lunged and we caught it tightly with our bare hands before shoving it down our throat.

The warm and fuzzy current glided down and my wolf and I were giddier than ever.

"He-He swallowed your bolt!"

The lightning punctured out of my pelvis, knocking me to one knee and returned to the rogue leader who accepted it with much more eagerness.

"So, you absorb energies and copy the abilities like me," he chuckled.

We gazed up at him and smiled. It may seem to be as simple as that but it was far...messier.

I didn't think we'd live after this one.

"No, actually..." I trailed off and coughed. "We absorb them and then we explode."

"Now!" we barked out.

A rush of elements swarmed the rogue leader with his band of rascals getting swallowed by the earth.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

"This... This! I never felt such flow of power!" he laughed like a loony.

He would be able to feel the same bliss like we do.

"I love it...This is amazing!" he howled as he looked at his hands.

He would feel like he was the most powerful werewolf to ever walk on this land.

"No one can defy me now!"

But can his body withhold the rupture from within?

"What is this?! It burns! Get this out of me!" he screamed.

Blood-curdled statements came out from his mouth as his body glowed on its own after the gush of energies stopped.

"Run."

A deafening explosion accompanied by a broadening arc of light shook the peaceful forest and all its inhabitants.

I had no idea if my wolf and I even survived that. Did we reabsorb the explosive energy and released another set of detonation?

That would be so frightening to the pack and especially to my family. I'd get an earful not just from mama but also from my little brothers.

My senses reawakened and I shivered from the cold feeling sheathing my form.

Was I corpse? Was this the feeling of death?

What was this scent? Were we in werewolf paradise?

The fragrance was flowery and sweet. It smelled warm and clean.

It had put me in a spell of unmatched happiness that caused my heart to race with affection.

Was this admiration?

Was this infatuation?

My eyes opened and I faced the moon that was reflecting on the cold water I was floating in.

This was...the scent of moon's grace.

My heart dropped when I connected with this resounding sadness again that left my chest with holes. It echoed with the silent pleas to be saved and to be provided with a warm home where the shadows can't reach him anymore.

He was still afraid and he was still alone.

I wish I could be there for you.

I wish I can be there by your side.

I wish I can take all your pain away and replace it with joy.

"I know you can't hear me but I can hear you clearly..." I murmured.

I raised my arm up and curled my fingers to the gleaming bright moon before putting that hand to my chest in a silent prayer.

"And I can feel your pain here."

The moon was the only thing connecting us.

And maybe one day, we can look at it together with our fingers interlaced.

I wish to douse in your sweet scent forever.

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A/N: Had some writer's block there haha.