Envy
Blood splatters across my cheek as another head of a rogue wolf drops onto the damp grass. The warmth on my skin from it is a silent grace in the cool night air. I draw back my sword and spin quickly on my heels before the next pouncing wolfs teeth can snap shut over my shoulder. My sword runs smoothly from one side of its jaw, down the entire length of its dark grey, matted fur. It whimpers loudly before I swing over my shoulder and take its head too. Seven rogue bodies lay dead around me, their blood soaking the grass. I hear the pattering of movement and take another stance ready to attack but the wolf shifts mid stride towards me.
“Easy there, little warrior, it’s just me.” Julian, one of the packs patrolling guards says as he approaches with his hands raised. “You really did a number on them this time.” He says inspecting my handy work.
“Yeah, thanks for the help and all.” I grumble out, to which he just laughs and ruffles my hair. “You didn’t need my help. Plus, I reckon this will be your year.”
My year to turn eighteen and get my wolf is what he means. Since I was left on the pack border when I was a baby, no one is sure when my birthday is, and therefore, when I will get my wolf. The orphan status also meant that I’m disposable. I was raised by the pack warriors. When I was little, they would take me on patrol so they could feed and watch me, occasionally they would take me home to their mates but majority of the time I’ve been raised on the front lines of our pack’s borders. When they thought I was around twelve and had my first kill, Alpha Ruben started giving me a wage and put me on my own patrol shifts that worked around school hours. I’ve never had much I needed to spend my money on, because I live at the packhouse with all the other members who don’t yet own a home. Which means free food as well. All that’s expected of you there is to clean up after yourself and take a shift in the kitchen occasionally. I just happen to take almost every dinner shift that I can. It works well into my schedule. I wake up early for the morning patrol, then go to school, afternoon patrol, heading straight to the dinner shift and then off to bed, just to do it all over again.
Thanks to the rogues, I was now late for the dinner shift, but I’m sure Jenny, one of the omegas that works dinner would easily have me covered.
“I can only pray that this is my year, Juls.”
“Don’t worry kiddo, even without your wolf you’ve always held your own better than those with one.”
I sigh as I drag one of the rogue’s bodies towards the bonfire where we burn them on this side of the border.
“Yeah, I know, but…I don’t know. It would just be great to feel connected to someone.”
Juls drops the body he’s dragging and crosses his arms to glare at me. “You’re connected to us, all of us. We will always be your family kiddo.”
His eyes glaze over, the tell tail sign that he’s mind linking someone and I wait patiently for him to finish.
“Alpha wants to talk to you. He said not to worry about the dinner shift, Jenny has it covered.”
“Are you good with these?” I motion to the bodies.
“You know I am, go.” He shoos me away.
Ten or so minutes later I’m outside of the Alpha’s office, trying to wipe the blood from my face but I think all I’m doing is smearing it around.
“Come in, Envy.” His voice carries through the thick wooden door.
“Alpha Marcus”, I greet with a bow.
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