I shut my eyes tightly. Rogues. I heard screaming erupt from outside the safe room, and I was shaking hard. I should be out there fighting with my mom and dad - with my pack. but that's not possible, because I got direct orders to stay where I am, and protect the pups if anything happened.
"Storm," One of the pups whispered, shaking, "is it going to be alright?" A tear slipped from my eye, but I forced myself to turn toward the terrified pup and say, "yes. It will be fine, it has to be," I whisper the last part, hoping the pup didn't hear me.
"T-that's good," The pup whimpered, shaking harder as the screams got louder, and the fighting got closer. I stood up, ready to shift if needed, but the door never opened, or was broken through. The silence was deafening.
"A-am I the only o-one hearing n-nothing?" I whisper to them. They shook their heads.
"We hear silence too. Maybe... m-maybe it's-" The door broke open, flying into the wall behind us, a couple inches away from my face. A rogue stood there, and I snarled, shifting. I stalked towards it, and it leapt at me. I grabbed it's neck and threw it out of the room, before snapping it's neck, making sure the pups didn't see. A couple of injured pack mates lay on the floor, but nothing they would die from. The Alpha, my father, sat up, still in wolf form, with a low growl. My mother was in the safe room too, but she was freaking out still. Thank god they're both safe! But... A lot of our packmates died; I can tell.
I let out a low whine, and mind-linked him, 'Mom, and the pups are safe...'
My father shook his head and let out a low howl. It was of anger. Why's he angry? I swished my tail lowly, head down. I could've helped, at least mom would still be alive if I died, right? It doesn't matter. Wolves were dead, and my father was angry about it.
I did all I could to help my parents rebuild our shattered pack, but they would'nt take my help; it was always, "Go back to your room." Or, "Go away, Storm. We have work to do." Gradually, it got worse though; over the span of a few years, I went from one of the best wolves in the pack to the Omega. One of the highest ranks, to lowest. I sigh. My father's calling me. Again. I wonder what he wants; it's always something stupid, though, that he could easily do himself. I thought he was just angry about the wolves of our pack dying, so why is he doing this to me? I probably will never understand...