A/N; Soooo this is being redone!

I think I'm slowly improving on my writing, just very slowly.

Grammatical Errors?; all the time because i ish not perfect

『 Song; Tabi no Tochuu - Spice & Wolf. 』

Disclaimer; im a fluffy kitten

''You might write it off as a fairy tale from a book or something, but I promise this is all true. This is the story of my mother and how she fell in love with a wolf-man.'' ―Yuki, Wolf Children.

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The boy's heart thudded loudly within his ears, silently fearing that whatever had been chasing him for quite some time now could hear it resound off the trees―through the thick forest undergrowth. This was somewhere he did not belong. His steps were silent while the one's far behind echoed throughout the area, alerting him of the threats that lingered behind him―the threats that lurked about if he didn't continue to move. The mere thought of being captured by something he couldn't see made him more uneasy―extremely paranoid, and it made the butterflies that had died down earlier begin to flutter about within his stomach. He made it very clear that he should not stop or slow down no matter what―it was what his life depended on, heavily. Of all things it had to be running, but from something he had no knowledge of. He hadn't been in the forest near his house and didn't make a habit of going into it, yet here he was. Stuck in the forest. He was originally being chased by a group of bullies who made his life a living Hell; Cross didn't make it any better, well he at least tried to act like a substitute father―he'd give him credit for that. But that wasn't what Allen had been looking for. He was searching for...something in his life. The more he ran, the more terrified he became―terrified of the truth and what was to come in the next few minutes. He began to take in deep breaths, but they didn't help him as he tumbled to the ground all thanks to the large roots of a tree that stood tall and proud nearby―an oak or a large cherry blossom tree that hadn't bloomed in years. He couldn't tell much now that it was full of just green leaves that ever so slowly began to turn a bright yellow. Now that he had fallen, fear began to settle within his heart, his eyes wide and quickly filling with tears. His hair was a complete mess, free from the bright blue ribbon he'd put in it that morning. His hair was pretty lengthy in the back while the front was short. His heart rate soared out the window and through to the heavens. He'd need all the strength he could muster up now more than ever.

Attempting to dig his fingers into the dry soil underneath him in order to haul himself up―something that would take lots of energy in doing, his palms became extremely sweaty which was evident by the way the soil clung to his hands and fingers. As the sounds became louder, alerting him of the oncoming possibility of his imminent death, he shoved himself from the ground and continued to dash the same direction he'd been taking for quite some time now. Straight ahead, don't look back. He gulped in air, his paranoia sinking in―full capacity alongside his fear. The possibility that he would die tonight and no one would know about it other than Cross. No one would take notice of it because he wasn't as noticeable as anyone else―people claimed that he was cursed; so, he believed them. They thought he was disgusting; he believed them. The people accused him of many things―things he denied in his head, but didn't dare say aloud since he knew they would turn on him in an instant―they'd burn it into his memory. Physically and mentally. People everywhere he went were rude and unfair. They didn't take his miserable life into mind. No one did. No one knew of the painful things that happened in his past or how he was trying to cope with it―the scars on his wrists burned and began to bleed through the thin, silk-like cloth that he'd wrapped them up with. They throbbed as he continued running through the forest, hoping to outrun whatever was chasing him silently knowing that this would be the end of him. His wrists and arms were covered in scars―scars that he'd given himself over the years. They were his coping mechanism. He'd learned to cope with the pain he'd been feeling by slicing himself open―harming himself. Maybe this was karma coming to smack him in the face. Who knew? Only the things following him knew.

The whitette panted loudly, his breath coming out in wheezes while sprinting through the unknown area. He definitely did not know anything about the forest near his house. He'd never even stepped in it, curious as to what lurked within the shadows beyond. Now he knew that it was a terrible choice. One that he would come to regret later on in life, but would accept the fact that it happened. Allen's legs, lungs, and arms all cried out in a burning protest with every step he continued to take―he was nowhere near the edge of the forest. Deep down in the optimistic side of him he knew he could make it out if he continued running, looked straight ahead and didn't look back or look at anything else other than straight ahead, but within his mind, he knew he would not make it. That thought made his heart throb violently in protest against his mind's thoughts. It felt like something icy―shard-like had been aimed at his heart and was shoved through his chest without a moment of hesitation. He continued running even when he stumbled over many things―it didn't stop him from trying to escape with his life, his body intact. One moment, he was filled with adrenaline and the next he was barely able to keep himself running for his life. He could barely see now that tears slowly fell down his face; he began to rapidly blink his tears away, some slid down his face while others dried. Before he knew it it was too late for him to do anything or to register what had happened in the last few seconds.

He tripped, again.

He fell to the ground with a grunt of pain, now on the cold, hard ground again, Allen's breathing turned into loud gasps that he tried to control, but was making no progress in doing so. His brain didn't―no, couldn't register the fact that the sounds he heard behind him had ceased which threw him into a panic attack―something he didn't want happening―especially since he was alone in the woods near his house. Allen's mind began bringing up different scenarios of what could and would probably happen in the next seconds―what his life depended on now was his head. He needed to think, but through all the horrible outcomes, he couldn't think of something to do. He was cornered like a sheep while the wolf went in for the kill. Silver eyes went as wide as they could as he dug his fingers into the soil for comfort. He felt like he could feel the soil actually back away from his touch but didn't acknowledge it. He just wanted to continue living! Why did something like this have to happen to him? His arms burned the most with fresh wounds wrapped with clean―once clean―gauze. They were stained scarlet―large droplets, small pools of blood formed like flowers blooming on the soft gauze as he took in a fistful of the Earth. The plan to calm himself flew out the window. Now he was stuck in the middle of a large forest, with animals that would rather eat him than spare his life. Nature didn't care for humans―it enjoyed watching them get hurt was more like it. Allen slowly came out of his panic attack―still in it―he looked up to see a set of beautiful, blazing, yet cold, sky-blue eyes staring back at him, slowly nearing him. Hilarious, it was, especially when he hadn't heard the sounds of rustling coming from where whatever had been following him had come from. He knew that whatever it was it could definitely sense, smell, or see the fear within his eyes―within himself. He seemed to be mesmerized by those eyes―he just couldn't look away from them. They seemed to tell a story―a sad story―one full of ice―loneliness like the person had been searching for something most of their life―for...color. Before the whitette knew it, those eyes shifted into a pair of human eyes. The moon did not have enough light to shine upon the person standing just across from him―in fact, the moon was a blood-red color. That was when most of the people would stay inside and actually listen, but not everyone would stay inside their houses during those days―the blood-red moon was the one to look out for―the full moon was fine, but blood-red mean more shadows lurking within the dark.

He attempted to leave again, to try and continue outrunning the person again when he was tackled to the ground. Allen turned to see where the bright blue eyes had moved on to only to notice that they were now above him, making fear settle within his stomach which felt like lead alongside his legs and arms―his whole body felt like a block of silver or gold that one could not carry. He stared up at those blue eyes, almost listlessly other than the fact that his emotions were now out of whack. He thought of other ways to escape knowing that it was impossible to outrun something he had no knowledge of at the moment, he would continue doing so until he died. He would fight for his life―his last breaths. If these moments were his last, that is. The light within those blue eyes swirled around in his eyes, the light of life occupying those beautiful eyes that stared down at him. He'd never seen a pair of eyes like these...not that he could remember. The pair of blue eyes illuminated the air―the darkness surrounding them, making them look like blazing ice, blue fire or even better―blue Hellfire. He became so entranced by the color of those eyes to the point of not noticing his surroundings a bit better than he should have. He immediately began squirming underneath the now impatient figure. Allen even resorted to biting and lashing out at the figure that seemed to stay put―not budging from it's spot above him. This person stood between him living―if this person wanted to kill him why hadn't they done it earlier?

Slammed to the ground again. Useless. Tears sprung to his eyes, threatening to slide down his face if he blinked. He made several attempts in blinking them away, but that didn't do much for him or the throbbing that spread throughout his body―his arms were the worst as they soaked through the pure white fabric of the gauze. He should've used a thicker fabric―something people wouldn't see through. He shouldn't have even worn a short-sleeved shirt. He should have went along with wearing a long one like he usually did. He choked on his own sobs while the person above continued staring down, occasionally blinking, not moving from their place as if they were rooted down to it like a tree. The person didn't even bother making a sound even when he decided to bite the person again. Nothing. What scared him even more was the fact that the person above him wasn't saying anything. Just watching like they were curious about him or wanted to study him more before taking off into the bushes nearby. His breaths came in shallow―too shallow and his heart pounded in his ears and throughout the rest of his body like a drum or warning bell―like the ones that were sounding in his head at the moment. Allen didn't know if he'd make it out alive or not. His life depended on how much mercy the person pinning him down was willing to show him. His arms were above his head, held down by one hand while the other person's hand traveled down to Allen's face―the left side. It took him awhile to register what was happening. The person was touching the left side of his face―they were touching his scar―his cursed face! No one was that bold enough to touch it. He sucked in a shaky breath, before trying to squirm out of the person's grasp. His tears came more quickly now, his breath was more labored than before.

''N-no...don't touch my face…'' The whitette sobbed out. He bit down on his lip to prevent anymore sobs from ripping from his throat and into the cool summer air. This person definitely did not know how to keep their hands to themselves. Talk about personal space!

Curious, the person's eyes flashed with mischief, but turned listless when a set of vocals cut through the night air. They were howls―not far from here either. Allen realized that he was now thrown into a bunch of wolves! More like werewolves! He swore his heart wouldn't be able to take the fact that a group of werewolves were hunting him and that he might not make it out alive. It was a little too much for him to take in all at once. His eyes went wide once again. Wide like the moon within the sky above―full of stars and their dust. The person above hims' figure came a bit more into view, but all he could still see was the person's now bored looking, blue eyes staring back into his stardust silver ones; the boy's breath caught in his throat. The werewolves howled again, a lot closer this time, but one howled after the other, out of sync. The person above flicked an ear―wait an ear! Since when did humans have ears atop their heads? The sounds of rustling retreated back into the forest soon accompanied by the sounds of yelling, screaming, and cries of help sounding from possibly the people who had chased him into the forest. They deserved to be punished, but Allen was ready to take off. He was ready to wake up from whatever weird dream he was making up in his stupid head now. All he needed to do was pinch himself and he'd wake up, screaming, and full of sweat. Cross would probably burst into the room, thinking he flew into another panic attack or something in the middle of the night. But no, this wasn't a dream this was real life. And he was fucked.

''So, what's your name?" The person above him spoke, their voice made him relax a bit, but not too much or he'd fall into this person's trap. He knew there had to be something weird going on at the moment, he just couldn't put his finger on it. The hint of a smirk lingered in the person's voice when they continued on speaking. Those blue eyes went from bored to curiously mischievous in three seconds tops. ''Don't freak out, okay? I'm not going to hurt you or anything...I―just―'' the person sighed, ''―no, no, no. You're okay. C'mon don't cry again. Shit. You're crying.''

Allen's tears streamed down his face, making his cheeks turn a bright pink color while his ears burned a bright red―an apple-red. He hiccuped a few times, and the other times he'd swallow them down. He was completely broken now. It was official. He was shit and he knew it.

''Crap, uh―what's your name?" The person asked again, a little rushed and panicky from Allen's actions.

''I was told to never acknowledge strangers…!'' He breathed out, even as he cried he still did what he could to try and escape. The person instinctively got a better hold on the whitette's pale, bloody arms and pinned them more firmly above his head with a slight smirk gracing his features. It seemed to the whitette that the blue-eyed person was having fun teasing him.

''What's your name?'' The person put more emphasis on the word, eyes slightly narrowing in the moonlight. Luckily, they were both in a small clearing, but not enough moonlight shone down onto the two of them.

He knew that struggling was useless, but continued wriggling about, gasping for air as he made his answer clear with a small sigh, ''I-I'll tell you my name if you answer a question I have for you. I find it very suspicious that people, other than myself and the people that were behind me, are here in these woods with ears and tails and are running around howling at the bloody moon up there,'' He screamed; he slammed the back of his head into the ground as a throaty groan made itself up his throat as if he had wanted to continue crying―he feared crying in front of someone else―especially if he knew that person or didn't know that person. He silently wondered how he even got to this point. Being hunted down by a bunch of werewolves in a forest that no one would dare set foot within unless they wished to die by nature. Even he couldn't bring himself to step into the forest. Those eyes continued burning into him as if they could see his soul in its truest form, which made him shiver at the thought of being in the same position with a wild animal instead. The sounds of skirting alerted Allen and the person above who seemed to lean into Allen's body heat―well whatever heat he had left. It seemed like they were trying to comfort him since he'd had a small mental breakdown just minutes ago.

A hyperactive voice sounded from the two new figures standing just a few feet away in the shadows, just out of the moon's light. ''So you got him, eh, Yu?"

A long, low, growl sounded from the person above him. The person didn't bother moving an inch or any part of his body for that matter. Those blue eyes rolled, already petulant. Allen almost completely froze up when the person whipped around with blazing eyes, almost snarling at the other's sugar-coated voice. ''Don't call me that you idiot! God, you're annoying as shit! You're such a damn rabbit―you know what? Stay away from him or else I'll rip your balls off so you can't fuck or pair up with anyone, horny rabbit!'' The male atop Allen growled, ears twitching violently in the process he added, ''I should have cornered him in school or done it after school instead. Then I wouldn't have had to call you two idiots up so you could sidetrack by playing puppy with the group of squealing school girls back there. You two and the rest of the pack are all a pain in my ass! Ever since last year―especially the rabbit with certain topics,'' he partially mumbled the last part then turned his attention to the white haired boy underneath him. The whitette on the other hand was looking in the other direction, eyes flicking all around the area but never landing on those mesmerizing blue eyes that longed for him to. But with another flick on the male's ear, the other two vanished into the bushes without so much as a glance back. More interested in him, the male atop Allen straddled him, gaining a healthy blush from the whitette. Other than the fact that he was still bleeding out from his arms, the figure above him seemed to smirk triumphantly at him in the moonlight. He had found the newest addition for his pack: An Omega.

The male atop Allen ground his hips into his, leaned down and bit Allen's neck lightly, teeth grazing against his pale skin, then at last moved to the boy's shoulder which he also bit, pressing his body against the smaller underneath him to comfort it in an attempt to lessen the oncoming pain he would be feeling as the male atop sank his teeth into the soft flesh on his shoulder, harder, deeper than the first. A moan that laced itself with a weak whimper rose from Allen's throat, arms now free, he pressed them against the other's chest for comfort, stardust eyes now glazed over with lust swimming within them and the tears that had formed on the sides of his eyes. The whitette's expressions made the other want to continue violating his neck even more now that he knew it was one of his sensitive spots. Allen's breaths turned into pants which mingled with the cool summer air. They both wanted more, yet Allen knew he wouldn't―shouldn't be wanting something he barely knew from someone who seemed to want to continue messing around with the newest addition to his pack some more, however, they couldn't continue there in the middle of the forest without the protection of his pack―especially when the male atop the whitette knew something horrible could happen. Allen began to slip off into sleep due to the exhaustion, bleeding out, having a panic attack, being chased, bit, and practically molested by someone he didn't even know! Now returning, the two figures that were there before that fled not long ago stood behind the couple on the ground. The one on top whipped around, peeling himself from the other―something he found hard to do, mostly because of what he threw the other into and thanks to the throbbing of his heart―that now slept on the ground. The male thought that the other looked like an angel that had fallen from heaven and straight into the depths of Hell. Blue eyes flicked over to two sets of bright eyes. One pair was emerald, twinkling with curiosity, mischief, and energy while the other―a pair of violet ones shined with sympathy. Luckily, they dealt with the other teenagers before proceeding with their plan otherwise they would have complicated things even more.

''We should take him back with us and to the pack immediately. Your father will want to know about this―'' The emerald pair started, eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

''No,'' it came out firm and full of boredom. ''I'll take him to my apartment instead.''

''But―''

''You'll be lucky if there aren't any patrols around looking for us. I was supposed to be at the gathering, but I'm not. I was forced into rushing him into this. It's something that's supposed to take time,'' blue eyes blazed to life. ''You two will attend the gathering in my place. No buts,'' the blue-eyed male leaned down to scoop up the whitette lying in the grass. He slipped his arm under the boy's legs and his other under the other's back before drawing the teen into his chest in a protective manner.

That cheerful voice sounded once again, ''Yu~! You can't just have us attend gatherings all the time now that you're the top―Alpha of the pack. You're going to have to go by yourself or with your mate―when you choose one. Wait! Don't tell me you―''

''Shut up, Usagi!'' Blue eyes flared angrily. The Omega in his arms was nowhere near waking up now so they could practically make as much noise they wanted to, but the male wasn't willing to play any of the emerald-eyed werewolf's games. He'd been chasing the other around most of his life and the other had a habit of getting overly excited―mostly over simple or stupid things which made the other wonder what the Hell was going on in his head, but no one would ever question that out loud.

Purple eyes flashed, staring at the whitette in the Alpha's arms then flicking over to emerald eyes with a disapproving look on her face. She knew that the other should be taking their situation seriously, but didn't physically scold him for his actions. She hadn't even scolded the other for his rash actions or for practically molesting the whitette after they'd wandered off to deal with the group of kids that followed after them, curious as to what they were doing. Hence why they took on their wolf forms in order to scare them off―the male standing next to her on the other hand wanted to fool around with the teenagers some more and even gave chase, but stopped when she called him back.

The male with blue eyes vanished within seconds, leaving both other pack members in their places to think about what they'd just done that night.

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A/N; bruh i was so pumped and into it this time omfg this looks better than my original chapter for this story shoot me pls

I'll try working on the other chapters after this. I've got my Wolf Hierarchy stuff and I'm ready. The only thing that's standing in my way is school work, reading, other stories, and sleeping.

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Word count without either A/N; 4,036!