Kairos {joshler}

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The Wolves - Ben Howard

When Tyler was born, he kept his eyes closed for almost a full day, when he finally opened them, they glowed the deepest red his parents had ever seen. They took three weeks before they faded to brown, but his parents knew what it meant. They knew their son was special.

Tyler was thirteen when he presented, the first full moon after his birthday brought a new experience. The first time he turned his mother had held his hand, wiping the sweat from his brow and making sure that she took away as much pain as possible.

He was a natural in his wolf form, he got the hang of shifting pretty quickly, he was faster, stronger and quieter than most of his friends. It lent itself easily to his basketball abilities, a hobby his mother had made him take up in order to use up his pent-up energy and strength without arousing suspicion.

In the lead-up to his fifteenth birthday, things changed. His wolf eyes which had been a light orange grew deeper and darker until they were the deep red his mother had seen after he was born. His friends quickly fell into a rhythm of following him around, doing things when he asked without protest in a way that confused him. The adults in the pack began whispering and Tyler shrunk in on himself. Some of the older kids made fun of him for his eyes, they were too red, too vibrant not like all the other alphas whose own eyes were a deep burnt orange. The pack leader had pulled Tyler aside a week before his sixteenth birthday and explained that he would present as an alpha, and that's where everything would change.

He was rare, special. A true alpha. One that was born to rule over others, a natural leader, all the wolves in the pack would start to look to him to lead, and when he was ready the pack would be his, even the current leader would have to follow him, but until such a time they would continue in the role.

As with any wolf presenting, the ritual is the same, a week stuck in wolf form, growing and evolving into their final form, eye colour finalising, fangs growing, their scent to other wolves changing, their aura shifting so that all other wolves knew their status with one glance. Tyler fell asleep like any other evening but when he awoke, he felt different, like he'd gone through a second bought of puberty. He was stronger than before, ripping the door handle off his bedroom door. His whole bed was torn to shreds by his claws while he'd been turned. His mother explained that he'd been out of it for a week, his siblings all remarking that he smelled bad, which he snapped about not having time to shower yet.

"Sweetie showering won't stop that, that's how alpha's smell." His mother teased, and he groaned. He never asked to be a leader, he never asked to be the freak alpha with red eyes instead of orange. Why couldn't they have been gold like an omega or even better icy blue like a beta.

"You stink." Dallon said, nose wrinkled as he had come around to visit. Dallon was one of the only pack members that hadn't treated him differently. His friends/classmates being the only other ones, although they had been the first to submit to his alpha nature, despite lots of them being alphas themselves.

"Ha ha, very funny." Tyler rolled his eyes before handing the omega a slice of pizza.

"That's a good thing." Dallon smirked, holding his hands up in defence, the pizza flopping sadly in his grip.

Tyler gave him an odd look.

"It means I don't want to sleep with you." Dallon laughed and Tyler shoved him.