Killing the Wolfless Alpha

"Run!"

"Run!"

The anguished cries of the villagers echoed through the air, piercing my ears.

Confusion swirled within me as I tried to comprehend the chaos unfolding before my eyes. What was happening? I wondered, my mind struggling to make sense of the situation.

Driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, I ventured outside our humble home, only to be greeted by a deafening gunshot that reverberated through the air. Instinctively, I turned my gaze toward the source of the sound.

The sight that met my eyes was overwhelming. Pools of crimson blood stained the ground, transforming the once peaceful surroundings into a horrifying scene of violence. Panic consumed the villagers as they frantically fled, their desperate cries permeating the air. Adults clasped their children tightly, tears already streaming down their faces. The world seemed to unravel before me.

Amidst the mayhem, my father rushed towards me, scooping me up into his arms, while my mother clutched my elder brother close. The fear in his voice was palpable as he shouted, "We need to run!" But my innocent five-year-old mind couldn't comprehend why we had to flee. I voiced my confusion, but no answer reached my ears amid the chaos.

As we joined the panicked villagers in their desperate flight, the deafening crack of gunshots shattered the air once more. Two lives abruptly extinguished, their bodies crumpling to the ground, disrupting the balance of our fragile existence.

Blood seeped from their lifeless forms, and my mind struggled to process the enormity of the horror before me. My brother and I locked eyes, both of us overcome with sorrow. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as I grappled with the reality of the loss that unfolded before me.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening!" I cried out, my voice barely audible above the tumultuous surroundings.

In a daze, I caught sight of a figure amidst the chaos and desperation. Something within me propelled me towards him. Though his features remained indiscernible, I could sense his towering presence. With trembling hands, I reached out and grasped his palm, pleading for salvation.

"Please, help me save them," I sobbed, clutching his hand with all the desperation a young child could muster.

A faint smirk played upon his lips as he softly uttered, "They are already gone."

The weight of his words crushed me, a heavy realization settling upon my young shoulders. But before I could fully process this devastating truth, another gunshot pierced the air. Panic surged within me, for I believed it was my turn to meet the same fate. If I was to die, I wished for a moment to say my final prayers, to seek justice for my parents' murderers. Why now? Why in this cruel twist of fate? At least in death, I might be reunited with my parents, but what about my brother? What would become of him?

Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the anguish that consumed me. The sound of the bullet tearing through flesh reached my ears, but it wasn't my body that it found. Miraculously, I remained alive. Blinking through tear-stained eyes, I strained to see who had shielded me from the brink of death.

There, lying on the ground, was the figure I had reached out to, the one who had stood between me and the bullet. I wiped away my tears, hoping to gain a clearer view of this savior.

"Brother?" I murmured, my voice filled with a mix of disbelief and hope.

"Help him please"I cried.

"If I do will you do anything ?"

"Anything just save my brother "I pleaded

A smile appeared on the stranger face before he spoke"Sleep" and I succumbed to the darkness that enveloped me, pulling me into an abyss of uncertainty.

As my consciousness wavered between the realms of light and darkness, fleeting fragments of memory danced before my mind's eye. The tragic events that had unfolded moments ago replayed in my thoughts, bringing forth a surge of grief and confusion. The figure who had sacrificed himself to protect me, could he truly be my brother?

Slowly, like a fragile bud emerging from the depths of despair, awareness returned to me. My eyelids fluttered open, revealing a world that felt both familiar and foreign. Blinking away the remnants of unconsciousness, I found myself lying in a small, dimly lit room.

The air was heavy with a mixture of mustiness and lingering fear. Wooden planks creaked beneath my weight as I rose unsteadily to my feet. My surroundings revealed a dilapidated shelter, its walls adorned with patches of peeling paint and memories of a forgotten time. A ray of sunlight pierced through a crack in the worn curtains, casting a faint glow upon the scene.

As I took hesitant steps forward, memories flooded back with increasing clarity. My family, the village, the harrowing tragedy that had ripped apart our lives... The pain of loss mingled with the fervent hope that my brother was still alive. It fueled my determination to uncover the truth, to understand what had happened and why.

"Stay put, you've just been injured. You need to heal properly, or else you won't be of any use to me," a familiar voice echoed through the room.

"Aunt?" I managed to utter, my voice laced with confusion and pain.

"Little Lit, you owe us a lot for saving that slow-witted brother of yours," my aunt sneered, her words dripping with disdain.

Days turned into a relentless routine of isolation and neglect. Confined to a small, dimly lit room, I was forbidden from seeing my brother. My aunt's cruelty knew no bounds. She provided me with meager rations of food, barely enough to sustain my weakened body. But despite the physical deprivation, it was the absence of my brother's presence that weighed heaviest on my heart.

Time passed, and the longing to reunite with my brother grew unbearable. Finally, as my body gradually healed, my brother managed to sneak into the room where I was confined. His face lit up with joy as he rushed to embrace me, unable to contain his emotions.

"I missed you so much. I had to sneak in just to see you," he cried, his tears mingling with mine as we held each other tightly.

However, our reunion was short-lived. My aunt's presence loomed, casting a shadow of cruelty over our moment of solace. She approached us, her voice filled with animosity.

"What are you doing here, Daniel?" she sneered, her eyes narrowing with displeasure.

"I... I am sorry," Daniel stuttered, his voice trembling with fear.

Without warning, my aunt's hand struck my brother's face with a resounding slap. The force of the blow sent him tumbling to the ground, his spirit crushed under the weight of her cruelty.

"You and your foolish brother can stay here together, but you will have to endure starvation," she declared with a smirk, relishing in her power to inflict suffering.

Silence hung heavy in the air as my brother and I exchanged glances, the unspoken understanding passing between us. We were alone, trapped in a web of cruelty and despair. But deep within our hearts, a flicker of defiance burned.