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He is your beginning and he is your end. There is no question as to who owns your loyalty- for it belongs to the alpha and it always has. Just like everything else that you could possibly call your own. This unwavering mindset has been with you for as long as you can remember and you have never thought or considered otherwise.

But something always goes wrong, doesn't it?

For you have been doing something that is forbidden; you've been betraying yourself, and your god- the alpha. You've been allowing a lone female wolf to live and hunt on the very edge of your pack's territory. This stranger intrigues and mystifies you- she is the first one you've ever let remain alive and you're not quite sure as to why that is; just that you continue to allow it and even help keep her presence a secret. It is only recently that you've even realized this fact.

What do you plan to do about this? Your alpha-god will learn of your treachery soon, and when he does... will he be kind and simply punish you physically? What if he were to cast you out, you who have always been so loyal, so trusted? You couldn't bear it, you could not survive living as an outcast like the vagabond. What will you do?

A deep and ravenous gaping wound of an all-consuming hunger... You need to be your alpha's tool, his weapon, his fangs, and claws. You need it because you crave it. You love the blood, the flesh, the violence; you need it like a lowly fish needs water. Without it, you would die.

You're careful to keep up appearances; washing your fur clean of the blood despite your cloak being forever stained a dark crimson, you hunt with the rest of the pack from time to time, sharing in the kill and consumption of some pathetic beast to slow too escape its fate, and you even manage to socialize with the rest of the pack on occasion.

But they notice. They see how your body develops a fine tremble if you remain peaceful while spending time with the lower ranks. Their delicate noses detect how your scent grows heavy with a sickness when you haven't fought and killed a creature of veritable risk.

Only in the presence of your alpha, are you truly calm, truly satiated. But he is a leader, not a pup-sitter.

What have you done when he is not there to control you? What have you done when the trembles have become too great and the sickness grew too large? What have you done?

You care for the little ones, teach them the way of the pack, the traditions of the Clan, and help them to grow big and strong like the rest of their brothers. You love them for their innocence, their youth, their inherent charm that only young pups are capable of. It is only a pity that you do not always have newborn pups to take care of and raise; for if you did, you would not be suffering so greatly.

Your heart is too big; because of it, you are in anguish over your existence when there are no young ones to distract you. To distract you from the burning upon your back, the symbol of the Clan- that which all members of the pack wear proudly upon their brow... except you. And the others like you.

Why can you not be proud like the rest? Why can you not gain even the barest of attentions from your betters when you try so hard? Do you not always do as your told? Do you not raise such strong and loyal puppies for the good of the pack? Are all your efforts in vain?

Every night after the sun goes down, you wake with a grin. You bow your eternal thanks to the alpha himself before slinking off into the shadows to whisk away the strongest male pups from such poor, worthless, and undeserving females. And every time you steal away another worthy pup amidst the mournful howls of its birth family... you smile.

You take the pups for they are better off with your clan, than with their own lowly pack. You snatch them from their siblings because it thrills you. You steal the young puppies from their dens because it is your right. An honor only those of your station are able to perform... and it is something you excel at, leaving the others of your rank in shame.

For even the almighty alpha recognizes your brilliance, your finesse... why, even when you raised your head to meet his in gratitude on the night of the new moon; his great muzzle drew back into a grin as sharp as your own instead of delivering a harsh rebuke- as was within his rights for such a show of disrespect. But you both knew it was far from that... even the Weapon and the Shield knew the truth of it.

What great feat of stealth, trickery, and thievery did you perform that night on behalf of the clan that allowed such a grand show of gratitude between a lowly omega and the high alpha? So much so that even his beloved Shield and Weapon looked on with pride at your skills?