I'm Ella, a wolf female. Why am I emphasising on the female part? Well, there's a lot to tell. But mainly because I am partly a human as well. By stating the human part, I'm not pointing towards the human form that every wolf has. I'm actually a breed.
This all started when I was 19. But before starting my story, let's go back to the time before I was born.
My dad was an alpha male. But he willingly withdrew from the competition for the throne of the Lead Alpha of this pack.
Generally the wolves live in a pack. Far away from the normal communities and cities, within a deep forest where barely anyone can reach.
My dad lost his all desires and went on a depression due to a sudden loss of his first mate. As he was an Alpha wolf, he had the privilege to choose his mate alongside the fated one. He didn't choose though. When he turned 16, he met his first mate, Isabella. Yes, I am named after her.
But then when the Sapphire pack attacked us, she died in the battle. She was a perfect fighter and a perfect one to be a Luna.
The Sapphire clan was our enemies for generations. If I considered that one particular region, the north, we might be the most powerful pack out there. The Sapphires were strong enough. Strong enough to challenge us.
How my mother came here and met my dad, I came to know the details way later. But about Isabella, none of my parents ever hid anything to me.
My mom was a normal human. She was a biologist. She came to this forest with her team to investigate a case of suspicious animals suddenly approaching in the small human communities and killing people.
Those were probably the rogues who were causing all these chaos at that time. My father was always a pure and dedicated fighter of this pack. Even though he lost Isabella, he didn't quit his job to protect the pack. Though he never fought to be the alpha, but he was a higher ranked wolf. Definitely he was worthy of being the Alpha. And if he had taken the challenge, he could have easily won.
Even though he was continuously fighting with the Sapphires alongside the other wolves of our pack, he was in a great depression. Then one day, when they were on a run, my father found my mother unconscious, fallen on the ground with injuries all over her body. My dad was so kind hearted that he couldn't leave my mom like that.
My mom's camp was attacked by the rogues, and all of her teammates were either dead or they ran away wherever they could to save themselves. Since my mom had lost her consciousness, the wolves probably thought that she was dead as well and left her there.
At first everyone in this pack was against the idea of allowing my father to enter the pack with my mother and her being treated by the medicos of our pack. But my father insisted and decided if they don't help the innocents, he would take rogue and leave the pack as well. He was the strongest of all the wolves in our pack at that time and the Alpha knew, if my father had left the pack, it would have been impossible for them to stop the attack from the Sapphires. So the Alpha allowed my mom's treatment.
So this is my parents tale of how they met. My mother helped my father to overcome his loss, and they fell in love slowly and my father decided to take a human as his mate.
The whole pack was against this decision. They seemed to dislike my mother always. The oracles warned my father thousand times. A wolf and a human is not compatible. And they were quite right.
When my mom became pregnant, her body was so small and weak, also it wasn't sufficient for my body, the nutrition that I was getting from her. Also being a human and bearing a wolf child in her womb was life threatening for her.
But even after all these troubles, she managed to give birth to me. But it cost her a lot. From the beginning of the pregnancy to delivery, she suffered fatal internal injuries. And even though after that 19 years had passed already, she was still weak and completely living on bed rest with frequent internal hemorrhages.
My father was a brave warrior. He never lost his hope. He tried to support us with his everything and protected us from any obstacles. He never let me feel the disgusts and disappointments of the pack on me. But still I could tell. After all I was a weak wolf, weaker than the omegas who can't even shift properly and was still living with the higher ranked wolves.
Since my mother was a human, I wasn't sure what I was. An alpha or a beta or an omega? Part of me was human. My fragile body was the biggest proof. It wasn't strong enough to control my fierce wolf. Changes occurred in my insides as well. My wolf seemed to act more like a cat rather than a wolf. Acting like a dog would even make sense.
But whatever my wolf used to do when she was in the wolf form and in control of my body, I couldn't even explain. I was so embarrassed. Purring and clinging to literally anyone or anything that patted her head and gave her anything such as even a piece of bread. She was definitely the worst any shifter could expect.
But due to my weak body, I was not even able to shift whenever I wanted. Also, I couldn't fully control my body whenever I was in my wolf form. It should have been like two forms, one soul. But my body was more like, two species sharing the same body.
Literally due to the choices that my father made, we would have been considered as rouges and would be kicked out from this pack a long time ago.
But because of my fathers strength and war strategy, they never took that step. Even we were living within the royals as I mentioned earlier, I could always tell how much they hated my mother and me just by their looks. But they weren't expressing it properly just because of my father. Otherwise they would have demoted me to an omega a long time ago.
In this pack the royals or more precisely the alpha and his officials lived in the valley. Then the general betas or the fighters who lived in the downtown. And then there were the omegas. They lived at the end of the pack areas. Most of them were labours. Some were scholars as well. But that never helped them to improve their status. I always hated this caste.
My mother was sick all the time. I can't say we were a healthy family. But a happy one? Might be.
