Plotting

The question I asked was the beginning of my plotting, I was tired of always running and sacrificing so much for people who didn't deem me fit to be cared for despite being one of them, not even my own mother. After my question, my eyes met hers and for once, I decided to let it linger. I needed to see what was behind the stoic façade of her but as usual, she hid herself well. Aside the little frown on her face which I am sure was always present on her face, there was no other emotions but if I am right, the uneasy shifting of hers on the log she sat on indicated she wasn't okay with my actions but now I wonder whenever I think back to those times.

What was she really not okay with? The fact I had the courage to speak up in the midst of the elders? Or the motive behind my asking the questions? I was almost misled to think she cared but the last time I had such hope, my little heart was shattered into shards. They gave me the answer I needed. The caught rogue will be turned into an Omega of the pack and when I asked what an Omega was, they felt uncomfortable for reasons known to them.I felt satisfied after their answers. What was it I could not do? Was it the hard errands? I did even better here so why can't I do best when caught?Was it to act invisible and take in any sort of bullying? The group of rogue werewolves, including my mother were already my trainees and teachers. I could be given a rank for being the best student.As if reading my mind, the man I dislike so much decided to chip in something. As being caught with my mother wasn't enough, he wanted me to remain back in the stupid and good-for-nothing group with them."Not all rogues are being kept as Omega, most of them are killed or imprisoned for life." He had said and I held back the strong urge to laugh into his stupid face.So what? Was being killed not a better idea than the foul treatment I get here? Wasn't I almost dead and was never to be remembered or mourned before now? What did it matter if I got killed? I was ready to risk it.Imprisoned? I thought of that and it sounded good when I mentioned it. At least I would get to eat better than I did with the group if I got imprisoned.I nodded absentmindedly at his idea of scaring me away but decided to stake it. It was that or nothing. A part of me anticipated what was done to me the next day. They woke up and after everyone else was gathered, the leader of the group announced that I would stay behind to take care of their little properties and prepare their commencing the journey into the human world after the looting was done. And like zombies, others nodded, to them it was a good idea. To me, it was the best idea but I feigned sadness and walked away.They were gone soon enough but I noticed someone stayed back to monitor me and it only took few minutes and soon, whoever it was left after being convinced I stayed back and soon, I ran off too but without a place in mind.As usual, I was covered in sores and dirt. My clothes were rags to the wolves of my group. Whatever it was that touched their heart to suddenly be kind to offer me a few of their good clothes repulsed me. I accepted it but refused to put it on. I was determined to run into a well organized territory of werewolves and get picked.I wondered out of the thick forest to a grassland with a few tall trees and shrubs. The sun was beginning to set and I dreaded my group coming back to my absence and going in search of me to find me there. All my effort would have been a waste if not for my stumbling over a piece of stone and rolling down a grassy hill to drop flat by the thick black boots which looked angry and serious.Swallowing nervously, I stood myself up to see the thick frown on the faces of people I would call guards. Their armor and weapon was unlike the ones I have seen before.While most of them were in their human form, I could see the wolves roaming around from the corner of my eyes and that scared me. All through my life, I had never seen wolves as big as those with eyes flashing with murderous intent."Get back." One of the guards had told me and remembering my plan, I immediately got down to my kneels and stretch forth my hands in the sign of begging which made his frown deepen."Food." I cried and soon, I was gathered."Give her food man let her find her way out, she stinks." Were the words of one of the guards which I could not remember but his voice stuck to my brain even at this moment, I would recognize it if I hear it."Give her a morsel and soon, she would demand an antelope." Another had said, maybe not like this but something close to this.I felt ashamed but I needed to be desperately inside this pack. At least from their reaction to my action, it didn't look like I would be imprisoned or killed, I didn't look suspicious or took any violent decision to earn me such.After much contemplation, I was fed by a good-looking and quiet guard whose wolf scared me the most. He was the direct opposite of his wolf. His wolf had snarled at me as if it could not wait to tear me apart but after he had morphed into his human side, he was the first ever gentle person to treat me with so much kindness. It occurred to me that the reason there were wolves in their wolf form and other in their human form was because most of them needed to be in either of those form to be fit for the job.

Aside my careful observation of the polar opposite of the humans and wolves, something else caught my attention. The wolves all seem to possess magical powers and a boy my age.