The Dance of Wolves

It’s been six months and my body is in otter mode. This is my limit with an Omega body type, I won’t be able to gain enough weight for a ripped, athletic build. The first three months were the hardest as I slowly built up my reps and built up muscle mass. Thanks mainly to Alma’s hunting skills, I didn’t eat my parents out of house and home. While on my daily runs I asked for tips and things to expect from the warriors patrolling the borders.

I am as ready as I’ll ever be for today’s training with the Grey wolf pack. There are only twenty or so teens here and it’s not hard to spot my partner. He is a pale, skinny guy a little thinner than my former, pre-workout self. He has dark hair and pale blue eyes that regard me on the level since we were the same height. I extend my hand.

“Hello, I’m Aksal, I guess we’ll be sparring together.”

“I’m, uh, Peter,” my new friend says shyly.

Peter? As in Peter and the Wolf? Huh, man that’s rough, he seems like an honest enough guy, though. Parents can be scary when they brand you with the name you’ll wear for life. His were into theater and they were in charge of pack entertainment. It also didn’t help that his wolf’s name was Paan either. I guess he volunteered that to get it out of the way, I wasn’t going to ask. I am too busy wondering if the universe is against him or does the Goddess have a sick sense of humor?

“My wolf is called Alma.” I subtly offer to let him know the joke’s on me too.

Peter raises a brow in question but makes no comment.

It was the first time either of us had met a male Omega our age. We become fast friends.

The Grey Wolf group is one of those that looks down on Omegas for being burdensome. What the hell? We may only do the support roles but pack logistics would fall apart without sanitation workers, cooks, accountants, medical workers, IT, and so on. Would it kill them to speak to us or acknowledge our existence with a nod as they pass us by?

Peter gets bullied openly. It’s just words, but words hurt. Damien and Marcel are two average punks, strong enough to be warriors but they aren’t in the same league as the titled betas and gammas in the class so they take their aggression out on him.

It’s only the first day and Alma has had it with their shit too. Marcel brags that he can do the last kick we learned with his eyes closed. He does a spinning jump and a roundhouse kick that lands square in Peter’s chest. Peter and I were focusing on our stance, we never saw it coming. Marcel doesn’t hold back and I hear a bone crack on contact. I wince at the thud Peter’s body makes as gravity does its thing. The wind got knocked out of him, he has at least one broken rib and bruises on his backside. He’ll live, of course. Omegas are a little slower to heal than others;Paan will heal his injuries in short order, but that doesn’t make it less painful.

My body moves on its own and I land an uppercut to his face, Alma added extra strength to the impact. He’s out cold and it only takes a second for me to start my inner screaming rant of ‘dear goddess what did I just do?’ Damien comes at me and I get into my rock ’em sock ’em stance, but he reaches in, grabs my neck, and lifts me up.

One of the instructors from my pack comes over in the nick of time. “Alright guys, break it up.”

Beta Andes, I think I love you, you big damn hero you. Peter and I are excused a half hour before the day’s training ends. I escort him to the infirmary for a quick once over and then I grab some grub.

I shift into Alma and show up to the wolf training early. I don’t fully retreat to the back of my mind because I notice many of the girls stripping at the training site. We may be used to nudity since clothes don’t survive a shift; but that doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate it. Alma calls me a pervert and I give her a mental shrug.

The other she-wolves compliment Alma on the shine and color of her coat and on her lean, muscular build. Alma beams at them and I wonder if there’s room in here for her ballooning ego.

The wolf training is pretty basic because combat runs on instinct and intuition. The majority of time is spent on stamina, agility and advanced tracking of different prey. We even learn how to track without a scent for guidance. Alma excels at this, no prey escapes her, she’s fast and accurate and we can run for hours.

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A/N Alma’s name means: nourishing, kind; SOUL; young woman; learned.

Aksal name means: complete, having every necessary part, concluded. Our Aksal here is in touch with his masculine and feminine side (with Alma’s influence, of course) in one neat little package. What kind of mate do you think he'll end up with (if any)?