Rain poured powerfully washing away the blood of the fallen on the dark gruesome night of November 13th. A pup sat over the fallen body of her father and mother tears blending in with the sorrow of the clouds. A child a baby. Five years old the daughter of an omega and a warrior would receive her rank. She knew she had no chance as a warrior she was female, and too weak at the time to have a say.
“Come Child.” She heard the voice of her alpha. She lifted her head looking into the eyes of the wolf her father had took the blow for thus leading to death. Her mother had died moments before struggling to fend of rogues that had posed a threat to her pup. She did as told bowing her head kneeling before the Alpha accompanied by his Luna and Beta.
“My lieges.” She said bowing.
“You’re father and mother are with the lady of the moon now. You do know what that means don’t you?” He demanded.
“Yes Alpha.” Though young the pup knew well what this meant no matter what age a wolf was if their parents passed they would take either of their ranks if the passing occurred before their coming of age, and they would uphold that rank for the rest of their lives unless proved worthy of another be it by mating bonds or strength.
“Then by witness of the moon I hereby declare your name Scout to be renounced from now on you will be Rune, Omega of the Silver-Blood pack. Now turn around.” He ordered. She did as told. The elder wolf opened his pockets reveling a stamp like object it had a wooden handle and the mark of Silver-Blood pack in pure silver beveled out. He always carried it into battle prepared to give pups their ranks and adult names. He handed it off to the Luna.
“As the female leader of this pack I hearby declare you an adult She-wolf of the Silver-Blood pack.” She pressed the stamp to the left of the pups Nape. Rune screamed in pain and agony under the light of the moon. She let out a howl as for the first time she felt he inner wolf takeover. She felt her bones crack and morph as slowly but surely she was overcome by the wolf. Her first shift of the many to come.
“Now rise you are now a true member of the pack.” Smiled the beta. Slowly but surely Rune rose to her now four feet. Looking up to her elders. She was ready or at least thought she was ready for her new responsibilities. Boy was she wrong.
The years went on as the She Wolf grew. She was in charge of all the cleaning in the pack house and cooking; Last to eat at every meal sometimes only getting scraps; training in battle skills at night hoping to overachieve the role of omega; sleeping 4 hours a night; tending to the Alpha and Beta’s children's every will; and preparing and cleaning up after large gatherings. Her life wasn’t all miserable she enjoyed the silence of the kitchen and the cold of the night in which she trained. It all helped soothe her deeply. The main problem was fitting in with other wolves her age. Unlike her Alpha’s Son and Daughter she had unlocked her wolf at a young age because of her parents passing becoming an official ranked wolf. However the jealousy of the young heirs to the pack was the reason they had to torment and bully the pup. However her loyalty was unwavering. Despite getting punished if the heirs lied about their wrongdoings being hers among other things, she remained loyal despite that, which is exactly what lead her to a chance for a promotion. From Omega to warrior a promotion that would lead not only to great changes for her but for all of werewolf kind.