Introduction:
- Hello, everyone. I am a fanfiction author from Russia, and this is my first time translating Russian fanfiction into English. I didn't have a chance to find beta and ask him to help me with the translation, as I was ignored by everyone. So I decided to translate it myself, because I really want to share it with you. I apologize in advance for any errors you may find in this text, as I am not immune from failures. I would be sincerely grateful if you would point out all my mistakes in the text so that I can correct them. I've translated my other fanfiction before, so I have very little experience. If someone will volunteer to help me, I will be very grateful. I could have released this fanfiction probably back in February of this year, but I only got my hands on it now.
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Months of living together, a favorable friendship, a pleasant atmosphere and all this is crossed out only by one significant day for the two packs — the wedding. How many hopes and dreams were in the fantasies of the cheerful wolf: how they ran around the meadow together with the alpha, laughing and having fun, enjoying themselves; how they arranged romantic dates and ended them with a personal "solitude" in their cave; raised beautiful cubs, admiring their happiness and not believing that these two wolves could find happiness together in spite of the forbidden law. So many thoughts, fantasies, warm cares... and none of them will ever come true. Humphrey tried to ignore the fact that he had no chance of living together, if only because the law wouldn't allow it, and he wasn't sure if Kate didn't love him as a friend... No matter how much omega was sad, he tried to take into account the fact that her father had never forbidden tom to be friends with the future Alpha, so that he could somehow be close to her, at least as a friend. Humphrey had never thought about what it would be like if Alpha ever got married. Probably, she spent too much time with him, so he was not afraid that she could no longer be his. But just one word killed all the good that was in him towards her, leaving somewhere inside him a piece of gratitude for her kindness to him, his care for her and their mutual friendship. Omega has always been only close to her, and now he is running away from her, leaving his home, friends, life in search of a new goal... well, or just not to see her anymore, or to die far away from everyone, not letting his relatives watch the death of an old friend as the owner of a dead cat.
Humphrey understands one important thing — he will not survive. Nature itself has established that lone wolves are not able to survive alone: hunting, help, wild animals, packs — you are one, and there are many of them. What kind of survival can we talk about, let alone Omega?.. But then why is he running away? Running through the forest at full speed, trying to catch his last flight, sending him to a slow death? He is an orphan, an outcast, an Omega, an unnecessary resource of the pack. But is that a good enough reason to run away? But for whom should he live?
Salty, Mooch and Shaky… Humphrey's three friends have them, and he is just one wolf who simply complements them. If he disappears from their lives, then after a while they will be able to morally rehabilitate themselves, because they have themselves, and he is only one. He's not that big of a weight in their group of friends. Omega understands that he is doing wrong, leaving them without even notifying them about leaving, because they are like family to him, but the wolf understands that if he tells them about the escape, they will not allow him to leave. Humphrey would tell them honestly, and they wouldn't let him go to spite him. Maybe he should have said something last, because Omega wouldn't see them again... But he should not tell them, because he is sure that they know about his love and gratitude for everything to them. He should not say anything to them, because there are feelings for this.
Winston and Eve had really been his parents, giving him a home and warmth, and he had been grateful and kind in return, appreciating everything they had given him. But it is very difficult for a wolf to find affection for them: they are strangers to him, hot-blooded Alphas, and he is distant in status. The leaders aren't even foster parents to him, and they never were. Winston and Eve are the parents of their daughters, and he's just a wolf they've known since childhood. Months later, Humphrey only now, running around the trees, realizes… that he had never meant anything to them. All the caresses, consolations, escape from the cold, education, food — all this is just a mercy. Not out of kindness, a kind heart, but just pity!.. What kind of kindness can we talk about if the golden wolf wanted to kill the "foster" just because of one ambiguous thing he said as soon as they returned from Idaho?! If Kate had said that, Eve would have torn Humphrey to shreds, not her daughter. If he meant anything to her, she would never touch him. Either she was just crazy, or she just didn't care about him. The wolf doesn't know how long it will take to get over what happened at that intersection, but would he forgive Eve?.. Well, when the Omega is dying of hunger, thirst, and blood loss, he'll think about it.
But Winston... He had always been like a real father to him, though of a different blood. Friendship, fear, respect, gratitude — all this Omega felt towards the Alpha, since during their life together he became for him far from just a friend. Now Winston is just a friend to whom Humphrey is extremely grateful.
Humphrey's in pain. He only runs for a while, but he is aware of so many things about those around him. A small loss for friends, the insignificant importance of Eve, the rejected Winston… The veil in his eyes does not allow him to remember how many moons he lived with his native wolves, but the pain in his heart easily copes with the task of "remembering everything". Humphrey remembers all the good things that happened to him and his friends and family: fun with omegas, get-togethers with Eve, lessons from Winston and Kate… She had all of the above with her: from riding a log to howling at the moon. The male does not remember any negative moments in his life process, because he tried to either forget all of them, or bury them deep inside himself. But this… This moment in his life will be the clearest example for him why sometimes it is worth taking off rose-colored glasses, preferably forever. Blue-eye would never have thought that he would accept such contradictory thoughts in his head, but it is true. A fateful wedding, a long lie, a betrayal of love, an escape from home, an exhausting run on the track — so many negative things, but only one good one covers all the disadvantages that morally destroy Omega — awareness. He opened his eyes, and now everything was clear and even more painful.
Understanding everything that happens to him in such a short time, he increasingly wants to escape from problems or end all his suffering by standing in front of the train, waiting for a head-on collision, because it will be much faster and less painful than wandering through unknown lands and trying to find food in order to survive, realizing that there is no chance of survival, only a slow and painful death. But if this is the only way to stop suffering mentally by choosing the physical path, then why not try it? Moreover, no one will remember him anyway.
"Who needs me…"
But no matter how much he was sad, shedding tears on the way to the railway, realizing most of the cruel things and that the world is not so simple... Humphrey will never forget all the good things he received from everyone around him: "mom", "dad", "sister", friends, girlfriend. No matter how abnegated he was for the entire pack, it was these seven wolves that became the "family kit" for him. Humphrey cries as he heads for the tracks, seeing images of his entire past life with all his family and friends. Such moments cause nostalgia and warmth inside, but the Omega only feels the liquid pouring over the rest of the body, flowing out of the heart. It is at the moment of awareness, without a five-second death, that you see your whole life flashing before your eyes. But Omega is alive, healthy, and feeling quite cheerful… This suggests that Humphrey is dying. The Gray wolf can no longer look at things positively and with optimism. All the colors of the forest and nature in front of him lose their color, gaining a "dead" shade, gradually extinguishing the Omega fire in Humphrey, killing the once cheerful and unique wolf, oversaturated with kindness and love for everything around him.
Humphrey is grateful to each of them, and he will never forget it.
But it's time to go on, running out into the open field and seeing before you the very railway that Humphrey sees as the door to the road to oblivion, and the nearest sound — the signal — of the approaching train, is a notification of the possibility of getting a known key in your paws, removing the lock, opening the door, seeing everything that awaits you ahead, all those sufferings that make Omega swallow a lump in his throat, preparing for pain and torment. Well, it can't get any worse, but he chose to leave and it's too late to turn back. Never be afraid to go forward, opening up uncharted spaces before you. Be afraid of what will overtake you if you give up, condemning yourself to a greater failure than you are now.
Everything you need from him — just wait, choose the right moment, jump and exhale, because you could. You've done the impossible. What happens next is up to you. A mistake that you can make — do not have time, be late, refuse, or simply fail. But Humphrey can't just give up. So many brave things he'd done, risking himself, doing it for Kate. And now he can't even just run a couple of dozen meters and jump on a train? But he has no choice. Either leave the place that connects you to the most precious, that makes you hurt every day, or at least try to live a little time where there is no pain. Where there will be only you. Your best friend is only you. You can't fool yourself.
Here it is! So much needed train and the only chance... that he cannot miss it! He ran. As fast as I could. It's like he's being chased by those bears again. It's like the shooter is trying to shoot a harmless wolf again. And the feeling that something is running behind him, not something dangerous, but rather bringing pain. Just imagine that she's running after you, trying to stop you and bring you home. No, this wasn't his home anymore. Now it's just another place where two flocks and other animals live. Nothing keeps him here morally. And no one can force it, because no one needs it anyway. You leave — okay, you didn't mean much anyway. It was true that he was being followed, but not by them, not by her, but by someone... a little different.
That's all… He jumped, and with maximum success got into the right carriage, overcoming the most difficult, doing the most impossible. Nothing more is required of him. All you need to do is just sit and watch as the incredibly native forests and trees leave you, saying goodbye to you, making you sad, because you are left alone again. Alone… No, he's not alone.
Just one shout in a familiar voice startled him out of his thoughts, puzzling him with the question: "What is she doing here?". But instead of asking unnecessary questions, he felt like an Omega hero again. Therefore, as soon as she tried to jump up to him, he immediately helped her to climb into the carriage saving her from the risk of falling to the ground, receiving severe pain and losing just one chance. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have been able to.
Questions, bewilderment, confusion, concern on his part, but she just shared his pain instead of any explanations and unnecessary words. The pain, the misery, the escape, the search for a solution had brought her here. But Omega did not torment her, press her, question her, affecting her condition in a negative way. He doesn't have to ask questions, demanding answers from her, squeeze the tears out of her, knowing that he's making a mistake. Omegas give joy, inclining to smile, and not pain and violence, motivating to kill. He doesn't need to use any words and ask questions, because he knows that they are both Omegas. It was Lily who was like a "sister" to him. They've spent enough time studying both of them that they can already feel at a distance, studying each other spiritually, looking for heartache. Omega to Omega is like brother to sister. They don't have to wonder why, knowing that there are feelings for it.
The future is unknown to them, but the very presence of each other gives them joy, the slightest, but still a part of the fact that they will be able to find something else. Something that will allow them to forget about the current problems and mental suffering, giving a new watercolor with new colors of the rainbow, coloring the world around them and their lives, forcing their hearts to light up again with fire. In the meantime, they have something to discuss, remember, learn, and finally allow themselves to open up to each other, allowing the future time to weave new threads between them, unraveling the old ones associated with the Alphas. They both know that they love others and could not love more, but the Omegas understand and feel that being here, in a narrow place, with each other, and later finding a new place, they will be able to get the happiness they need from each other deep inside.
Perhaps Humphrey was not alone...
"Thank you…"
Α&Ω
Autumn... The rain of the night rustles on the ground, constantly shifting our attention to one side, then to the other... A long rain has some advantage over a short one — in the monotony you have time to touch the meaning, unknown, but inseparable from the beauty and living conditions. A rain shower or a drizzle brings almost the best pleasure; the day is rich in rain, rain always gives a lot to thoughts…
Cloudy days... the blue sky is covered with dense gray clouds, so that the sun is not visible. Somewhere out there, above the clouds, it continues to shine, and its dim light barely makes its way to the ground.
On a cloudy day, everything seems to be covered with a light gray blanket. Trees, flowers — everything has a muted color, the colors seem to fade. The flowers cover their buds. In this weather, nothing casts a shadow, so it seems monotonous. Often in cloudy weather, the mood deteriorates, there is a slight sadness.
But on the other hand, a cloudy day is also filled with a special charm, calmness and harmony. The sun does not hurt the eyes, the surface of the water does not shine. Everything is restrained and subdued. If there is no strong wind and rain, then walking through the forest in cloudy weather is very pleasant. Autumn dresses of trees delight the eye and enliven the landscape around. It is not hot, so you can walk for a long time through the autumn streets without feeling tired. The main thing is to keep a good and sunny mood in your soul.
In the Idaho park, for the second day, a steady rain fell, more like a more angry thunderstorm, dipping all living things in hard water, leaving the effect on all living things in the form of wet wool in a minute. It is not clear why Mother Nature was upset, but if such a storm lasts for a few more days, then the mood of the living creatures of the forest will definitely not shine anything good. No matter how much the couple loved the rain, especially in the morning, it could get very boring at times. Fortunately, Idaho was an incredibly beautiful place. Even in cloudy weather, when the only source of light was the gray sky, it was impossible to just look past the mountains, forests, trees and all the rest of the boundless beauty of the park. As alien as this place was at first, they couldn't help but acknowledge its dominance over Jasper — it was so much more beautiful, bigger, quieter, better… The couple did not make a wrong choice. He wasn't wrong.
Somewhere in the center of the forest, shrouded in leaves of green, yet, color and soon orange, large bushes that lose their bright shade of green, remaining without the same vegetation on them, there is a spacious lair, in its capacity of which it could accommodate a fairly large number of animals ranging from three bears, ending with a full-fledged pack of wolves to at least ten pieces. Along its length in height, it could reach up to five meters, increasing from zero from right to left, — looking from the inside — setting its ten. The entrance stretched to the minimum number — ten, having, in fact, a much greater latitude.
A small steep "path" led to the entrance to it, covered with leaves, covered in some places with patches of grass, at the rise of which there was a bush with green-orange grasses, where in some places it was absent, not only because it was autumn, but also according to the rule of nature: somewhere it grows, somewhere it is absent.
Unfortunately, the view of the forest, the open world, was blocked by overgrown grass, which did not allow the resident to look at nature from the house. It stretched all the way to the descent, where at the end it still dropped the turns of the length and itself fell lower and lower. In front of them were medium-sized stones, built in a chain from the beginning to the end of this line of green "barricade".
The main highlight of this cozy place was not even the capacity or the large presence of green, but a small pond lying directly to the left of the rise, looking out from the den. A small small lake filled with crystal clear water that serves to quench thirst, giving the forest animals a cool liquid, filling their lungs with a vital resource. This place can be called ideal, if only because right next to a spacious and safe place right under your nose is the most necessary thing in the life of any wild animal. The only thing that is frustrating is the lack of a source. That is, the only way to fill the reservoir again is to wait for the clouds to shift, shedding billions of God's tears on Mother Nature, filling all the much-needed places with a clear, cold liquid. The wolves do not drink much from here, so they will have to wait a long time until the water from the small lake is completely drunk. And if it ends, then there is a stormy stream nearby, filled with snow-white water, blowing foam and heading its own way, voicing its territory of the forest with the bubbling sound of water. A small pond is a great addition to this picture. Among any green color of clothing, there should also be a blue shade of strawberries on the cake.
There is no better "refuge" than this one, of all the ones they have searched. They searched a whole bunch of dens, caves, shelters, burrows, but some of them were flooded, damp, small, leaky "roofs" that allow rain water to flow inside, which is not very pleasant. And even though they found safe and suitable places, they both knew what could be better than this. So they went on, going a long way, finding something unnecessary, unsuitable, frustrating time after time, to find something that could truly be called home. They left Jasper, having gone here, with the aim to bury the old, associated with pain, in the end, finding it the best place to stay, knowing what could be better, and it's out there.
Inside it lay a peaceful, dream-engrossed, snuffling creature, occasionally twitching its paw at the haunting sound of the rapidly dripping rain interfering with sleep. The body tried to keep its owner inside the fictional world, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no escape from the noise, and why, when the time of sleep has already passed and it's time to wake up, because the morning is just around the corner, watching the gray colors of the day.
Leaving the world of Morpheus, as if he himself had grabbed you and led you out of the door that led to the exit from a sleepy Paradise, the beautiful wolf instinctively opened his eyes, feeling either either sleepy, or well-rested; the first seconds of awareness of awakening are not so clear. The first thing he heard was the same rain that had managed to get boring in a couple of days, then a mushroom rain, then just watering the forest, called rain. From the understanding of another "wet" day, the wild animal groaned, realizing that another day would have to be spent under the ceiling. It rolled over and tried to sleep again, not wanting to wait for the end of the heavenly waterfall. But it was impossible to cover his ears so easily, which got on the nerves of the animal, convincing him to accept it in any way, but to get up, sorting out ideas in his head, what to do today. As if on cue, he gave a long yawn, then stretched, returning to the opposite side, looking at the exit and scanning the wet colors of green and yellow ahead, watching the raindrops break on the ground or on the side grass, washing over its target. Without being surprised by what was happening outside, it was much more interesting for tom to understand that the process of awakening took place alone, because after examining the lair, he realized that there was no one in it.
"And go hunting again. Just like yesterday..." a quiet whisper, lowering his eyes from longing, because in such "cold" moments you want to wake up next to something warm, warming the wool, body, soul.
Resigned to the next departure, the wolf slowly got up, recovering from fatigue, not having time to recover mentally, what about physical strength. A little later, after standing still with his eyes closed, gradually coming to himself, getting rid of the obsessive drowsiness, the beast again opened his eyes and slowly, unhurriedly walked to the exit, stopping right at the entrance in front of the same rainy sky fire, just standing, looking ahead, at the sky, at nature, hearing the loud sound of natural washing of forest areas, not disturbed by unnecessary noises: the cries of birds, the running of animals, lightning strikes, which is natural for heavy rain. Nature, its sounds, loneliness, rain, past euphoria… Is this... the same feeling?.. The feeling that makes you feel like a lonely master of the forest inhabitants, telling you that you are alone, no one will bother you, try to stay with yourself, to retire alone with the only friend — the soul. This is the magic of the forest, magic is impossible to resist, especially when you are part of this forest, because you are a wild animal, and any animal is a work of art.
As soon as he closed his eyes, limiting his view of the world, leaving the picture of the living forest only in his imagination, the wolf lowered his head slightly, focusing not on what attracted him most, but on what no longer interested the thicket — on himself. This is difficult when the dampness of the environment blows around your body, biting into the skin with a barely noticeable sharp cold, piercing goosebumps, distracting from yourself, not forgetting to enhance the effect of the main factor of the news about yourself, which is sound. Wool will help with the cold, but the ears, even closed, do not.
"Well, I'll have to learn..." — you'll have to get used to it.
But no matter how difficult it is to resist the very law of nature, it is impossible to escape from a physical object. The abilities available to an animal, especially a wild one, which are not available to the human form, allow you to see much further than a cat, run much faster than a deer, smell more clearly than a dog, and hear identically to your own wolf, especially knowing that you are definitely not alone in this forest.
Hearing the sounds of groans and panting, they opened their eyes, trying to find the source of the noise, helping their vision by moving their heads, looking around and seeing in front of them — not so close, but also not far away — a hunter coming around the corner, barely moving, carrying a large carcass of a dead deer with its neck cut open, whose blood had managed to flow over it and the wild beast in some places, which were smeared from more than once touches and dilutions of the scarlet liquid with transparent water. Tired, wet, angry, not giving up. Hunting alone, as a wolf of the rank between Beta and Gamma, is not so easy.
"Humphrey!" she doesn't want to see anyone else.
Hearing her exclamation, he looked at her and started walking towards her, increasing his pace. She looked at him with a desire to help, because it was unpleasant to see a non-professional wolf, cold and tired, with a load on his back.
"Humphrey, can I help you?" which she wanted very much. He's never been against helping, But why he…
"No, I can handle it. Almost... a little..." ...refused? Stubbornness, bragging, or something else?
It was uncomfortable to hear the rejection. Not because of the awkwardness when you offer, and you are rudely refused, but because of regret. She never went out into the downpour under his orders and insistence, he took all the damage on himself. The third day to see a friend suffering from a monstrous cold, exhausted by a lack of strength, running, killing, training, doing everything for you — it hurts. But how can it be so unpleasant that you feel pain, and not discomfort or remorse? What good are you if you almost never help your friend? Hunting, caring, eating, providing — he does it all, not you. Every being who has a heart has a conscience. Torment of conscience is too simple and weak a word to describe her feelings about him. He's fine, he's not in pain, he's just tired, he's not dying, he's fine, no matter how much he talks. Then why does it hurt?
Without noticing how she stood on all fours and strained her muzzle, showing a regretful expression, she waited for him to enter the cave, no longer falling under the wet attack, wanting to help him and calm down herself, in order to bring peace, kindness, and faith that everything would be fine to their home. A woman is the center of the hearth of love and affection, but in the past time this has never happened, except for a friendly service and care. More precisely, friendship on both sides, and care only on his side. What's she doing wrong? Why doesn't she do it?
"Humphrey, are you all right?" approaching him, the wolf asked, seeing how he throws the dead body into the depths of the house and shakes himself off from the water, scattering millions of millimeter droplets on the floor of the den, which have penetrated into his shaggy clothing and managed to take root there.
"Yeah... Just..." he mumbled... "cold..." ...feeling a brutal shiver run through his entire body, forcing him shiver, making his teeth chatter slightly in his jaw.
She could hear the note of annoyance, of discontent, of anger in his voice. Cold as snowflakes, the drops beat hard against you, exposing your body to getting wet, making the protective mantle into the main target and vulnerable place for attack, "freezing" your body, forcing it to burn like fire from the cold, killing in you the accumulated kindness and joy for a quiet night, seeing good dreams about a dream come true and a bright life, then the bullying of childhood, running away from home, saying goodbye to her and her again. The rain kills the last bit of kindness left in him, the last bit of that sweet omega who escaped from some pack: lost the Omega, became Gamma at that moment, is now a half-Beta, taking the path of the Alpha, going to the finish line.
"How much?" for some reason, the instinct of self-preservation works inside: to preserve something good, important, something without which you can not live, whether it is moisture that protects you from burning alive, or water that saves you from drying up inside and aridity of all living things in this world.
What can you not live without: without water, food, or the meaning of living on, believing that life is lost and going on does not make sense? What can't she live without? Without a heart or someone who keeps her alive, or the very meaning of continuing on? But who supports it?
"I can handle it," a calm, slightly jawed voice said…
...striking her with its endurance: so much patience that it did not break, leading the owner of it into a state of anger, breaking his voice on the injustice of the wild nature, forcing them to do just that, giving a choice: to endure moral pain or to run, enduring mutual pain, opening up to each other with a snow-white, asking questions, not understanding why they deserved all this, and dark gray, gloomy, new, realizing the cruelty of so beautiful, exquisite, shining with sunlight, reflecting steadily whole, not a broken drop, hanging on a fragile green leaf, falling down after a while, crashing to their deaths as if at the speed of a shooting star. Nature as a woman — it is beautiful and at the same time so dangerous.
"Unfortunately, you didn't realize that..."
"Are you sure?" carefully she assured herself, deciding within herself, to come up with something: finally helping herself to feel better spiritually, realizing that after a while at least once brings benefits; finally helping him, seeing his happy smile, no longer having the strength to watch him fake a smile, saying that "everything is fine", at the same time removing it, turning his back.
"Of course," and again that smile…
With what effort he pulls it on, changing his voice for the better, trying to look strong, holding everything in his paws, not losing control, controlling tears, emotions, anger, trying to find at least some signs to smile and laugh. Just once, just for her.
"In my life, I have walked in the rain more than once," the smile, the look, the voice are focused on her, and his figure makes her not move, the violet eyes of the girl who froze on two hemispheres of the opposite, the color of whose eyes belonged to a calm clear sky without water, gray clouds, light clouds, replacing the black night, orange sunset, purple twilight and snow-white winter with the color of the warm sea and cool, blowing wind. Is she afraid? "starting from a small harmless one, ending with a large and fierce one like a merciless thunderstorm," afraid of its slow movements, footsteps, the sounds of paws that quickly reverberated in her ears, warning that it was getting closer, approaching a bright cloud. "My childhood is filled with all kinds of icy liquid: from the imperceptible watering of flowers, inconspicuous clouds mixed with clouds, to bitter, soul-rending sharp blows, the blood of which flows out of my eyes," she saw something! Something that had just flashed in his eyes, ignoring his outward signs of voice and smile… She wasn't sure, but she could see a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. She's sure he's suffering. He suffers without showing it to a weaker being than he, trying to look strong, so as not to deprive her of the hope that, one day, after going all the hard way, the darkness will be left behind, shining with sunlight and beckoning to her, saying "everything is behind". It would all be over, and now he was sitting right in front of her.
"So that, no matter how hard it rains or how cold it is, I'm willing to take the risk," risk he's life, health, chance? But for what? For whom?
"But, Humphrey, this is a completely different case. You hunt such large animals in the wild cold, having absolutely no professional experience or ideas about what can happen to you," try to bring benefits, but not physical, not material, but moral, the same spiritual, because it is much easier. Words speak less than actions, but they're the ones that convince madmen to go off the wrong path, right? She is not sure, she is driven by excitement, but only those who do nothing, do not make mistakes. So why not try it for the first time, find out what it's like to convince someone to finally listen to you?
"Don't forget, we chose this path, realizing that the impossible, the unreal is waiting for us ahead. Two Omegas that survive in the wild, of which only one is capable of physical strength. It's a death sentence, but if things aren't going so badly, then why relax and lose the chance? The risk of sacrificing yourself or parts of yourself justifies your work. You have to be on the move, killing everything that doesn't stick with you. Every day to drink, kill, eat, sleep — an endless cycle without changing the realities. In the months of my solitary life, I had gradually learned what the law of the wild was. The harsh conditions that are killing me are just work, "he turns his head to the depths of the home shelter," and any work turns into a reward," looking again into the blue-purple eyes. "Every creature has its own beautiful side," wet, but it didn't matter to her, a paw, slowly, as if enjoying, moved the bangs that distinguished the wolf from the pack, exposing her beautiful side in front of him, igniting something warm in her... "and at the same time terrible," ...changing the warmth to native anxiety, sympathy and pain, knowing what he's saying to himself, removing and lowering the grimace that both of them were so tired of, expressing nothing but hypocrisy.
"And only she," a smooth movement from the warm and native eyes to the outlines of the cold, sad, sad and at the same time spiritual cycle of the Mother. "so great, but so beautiful. Nature, the main uniqueness of which is precisely him, falling from where there is the peace we need, and bottom, where there is nothing, only pain, suffering and eternal survival. It is he who shows it from the true side, inspiring you from everything bad, giving you a temporary opportunity to stay with yourself, sorting out the anxiety in your head, putting everything in its place, opening your eyes. Everything has two sides, and only nature has only one.
As if gazing at the most beautiful and fascinating thing, like the dance of a moth, comparable only to the flight of a lonely bee by day and a lonely sad firefly by night, Humphrey did not immediately notice how something soft, fluffy, warming with a hot warmth, like an exploding heart, strongly grabbed him. But it was only his hunting instinct that told him that his master was in danger, but his soul and the last shard of Omega knew that what was called a grip was actually a caring embrace.
"Lily..." the increased feelings allowed them to feel each other, both inwardly and outwardly, realizing that they both closed their eyes, experiencing something different. Is he pleased?..
"Humphrey!.." a broken voice, mixed with a sense of inner crackling, pulling itself up to the closed muzzle, demanding to be released from its own violet lilies, already bursting out. "You're not terrible..." every second she wants to squeeze harder and harder, trying to warm his as much as she can, trying, as if for the last time, to give all the warmth, warming all his broken, cold, wet places with tears, bringing at least once benefit. "You are good," and always have been, "kind," trying hard to keep not just a word, but the last fragment, "best," no matter how much you try to be better on the outside, the best in the sphere, to be underestimated, but the Best Among the Worst, the main thing is to remain the best inside, "beautiful…".
It had been so long since Humphrey had noticed this frail girl. So small, so harmless, so sweet, so funny. She was unique, and remained unique, keeping all the best inside, not inhaling the smell of loneliness, resentment, injustice, cruelty, murder, blood, the Omega completely lost in itself, the world that managed to change it forever. Humphrey didn't want to change, wanting to stay the way he was, no matter who he met, no matter when he killed. He wanted to leave the moral values, the dreams of life, deeper than anything else, striving to realize some in one day and promoting others. Life had taught him that not all morality was right, whether it was white or black. He ran away, leaving home and leaving his friends, but finding himself, knowing the world, becoming either Beta or Alpha. He allowed the girl to run away with him, saving her from the only chance for the future, giving her real feelings, teaching her that it is not always in love and attractiveness that something decides on the outside. Every being is revealed by nature-art, and every art is born within.
Did he do something bad... or good? He does not regret what he has done, only worrying about what this little, a white lump will now become. Nature is a wild fauna, and wolves like her don't belong here. The weak, the insignificant, the tearful, she eats on the first day and the first night. Perhaps nature is not as beautiful as it is said to be?
"You too, Lily..." Omega isn't sure, but it seems like something inside him is piecing together, recovering, healing. Slowly, with difficulty, with help, but healing. Alpha with the old Omega heart… This Omega creates incredible things, it helps, it benefits, "beautiful…".
Why is she crying? Sheds tears, letting the whole drops spread on the white muzzle, eventually stopping on the way to escape, falling down, suicidally crashing to death, ending life, losing the very meaning. The droplets of tears stopped, soaked into the fur and inspired her that the meaning of life had been found, she had caught it and now she would not let go, allowing the particles of the left stream of tears to smear on the bulging chest of the one who owed her his life.
"Thank you..." he raises his paws, doing their mutual duty, returning the warmth that they give to each other, wrapping both sides of the thin but exquisite waist, pressing closer, trying to return all the help that she is now sacrificing, lowering his head, bowing his muzzle, resting his head on something soft, small and most beloved. "...that you saved me," Humphrey Omega died in that very forest, trying to escape from his problems, not realizing that the solution to the problem lies not in the inner desire to stop and go back home, not trying to run away. The solution was hidden somewhere far away, but very close. The stupid Omega died there, realizing that he had been deceived, never taking off his rose-colored glasses — that was what killed him, slowly killing him, bleeding, letting the body of the slender gray wolf run on, not knowing what to do now. The terrible and stupid side perished in his home, but the last fragment of his heart survived, guiding him, giving him advice and life lessons, pointing out the right path. One day, when it's all over, and Humphrey and Lily come out of the dark forest, running into the bright sun, knowing that everything is now behind them, Humphrey will be restored again and a new beautiful and perfect side will be born, the founder of which will be the one, who was Humphrey.
"Humphrey..." their story ends here, turning into an unknown event for the reader.
"Lily..." there is no backstory or sequel, there should only be one story.
The next lines of the path are unknown to them, but one thing is clear: they have found a new goal, a new meaning, a new desire, an answer to a question. A short time, but a life together unraveled the threads of their predisposition to love and wove new bonds of affection, a word that can not so easily describe the feelings you feel for someone who is not defined for you: an inconspicuous friend and girlfriend, a fate granted to them, falling into their clutches only after passing the test, or it's just irony — coincidence, chance, their achievement.
No matter what they have next, no matter what rain stops them and separates them from each other, trying to preserve their new meaning, they will always be able to find a new language, a compromise, an idea. The real Omegas always have the wit, the brain, the cunning, but the basis of all this lies inside their personalities. True Alphas sought a solution by force, occasionally using the most important things in management and leadership. The Omegas didn't have the pre-programmed genetics to provide them with the best strength and speed, but they didn't need it, because the power was inside. An Alpha without an Omega can exist, and so can an Omega without an Alpha.
The story ends, the rain too, the clouds part, the sun rises, Idaho lights up, all the bad and sad dissipates, and only the Alpha and Omega do not stop transmitting to each other that energy that keeps the warmth and desire to move on.
The couple does not want to express their desires with sentimentality, because there are feelings for this, but if they decide to take a new step, grabbing the threads and tying the last knot, confirming all the current connection between them, expressed in their joint look into each other's eyes, they need a word…
"I love you…"
Conclusion:
Well... that's all. I decided to write a fourth fanfiction specifically for this pair, because Humphrey X Lilly is not particularly popular in this fandom. I'm talking about the whole fandom, including foreign ones. While in the Russian fandom, this couple is absolutely not popular; there are very few fanfics on it. I am pleased that now there is one more fanfiction in the English fandom.
In the fanfiction itself, I focused on the description of nature: rain, emotions, colors. Given that I have long been written up, then the fan fiction itself is not on a very large number of pages, which for someone may be a joy, but for me - no. Someone will like the description more, someone will like the dialogues (in a small amount), someone will pay attention to the character of the characters, and someone will feel the atmosphere. I will not praise myself or my work. I will just say that for me it is one of the most unique works that I have ever written. I am happy with my text and I will be even more happy if you liked this work. You can write whatever you think and I will answer you.
I'd like to say one last thing, but I can't, because I'm already tired. I've written too much in my entire career as a writer. Anyway, thank you for at least reading it. I really appreciate it.