Gamma Warriors

Shit.

Everything is shit.

I've always questioned the purpose of living; always hated the fact that I'm breathing just to feel pain. To be hurt. As if the main goal of life is to hurt the living, and the only way out is death.

Ironically enough, we all still fight in the face of death. As if when death decided to free you of that burden, you have this last minute urge to live. As if you wanted to be dead all your life, but you can't let yourself be killed anyway.

As if you imagine yourself jumping off a cliff, but when you're on that top of the cliff, you start chickening out and back the fuck out. Then just wait for you to grow old and crusty and let life get tired of you instead.

It's a whole different level of fucked up, if you ask me. Gotta admit I've always been a fuck up, but Dione was a different fuck up.

That fucker should've just hid behind me and let me die in the claws of those rogues. She should've just let me have that honor of being buried deep in the ground. She should've been the one crying and mourning for my death.

She should've been the one continuing her life. She should've...

"Snap out of it," Deimos hit the side of my left thigh with his wooden sword.

My thoughts were cut short as I let my mind be back to reality. I've always been zoning out these days, and Deimos has been noticing that it's been happening quite a lot in the past days. He looks genuinely concerned, even when I try to brush it off.

Why can't he be just a normal gamma with loud mouths and empty brains? Geez.

"Fuck," I hissed, holding the large bruise in my thigh. I've been accumulating a lot of bruises in the past days, but this one is the biggest of them all. And Deimos decided to hit me on that same spot. I glared at him.

He shook his shoulder, "You were at it again."

"You want me amputated?" I snarled at him, and a couple of gammas looked our way to watch what was happening.

"Easy there," Deimos says, "You don't want to challenge me in front of the rest of the gammas."

I wanted to snap and challenge him. But I know he was right. He's been training all his life, and he could probably have easily killed me if he wanted to. Deimos is a sweetheart, but his wolf is still a gamma.

And the higher the rank, the higher the ego. Wolves move based on their instincts, and if I threaten his wolf, its instinct would be to kill me. Especially with all of the gammas around us that he could impress to feed off that male ego.

My bare feet felt the rough wooden floor below me just as I sat on a wooden bench. The barracks was filled with gammas, both men and women, although mostly there are men. The place is crowded, loud, and humid.

It's obviously packed with too much male ego and testosterone, I feel like gagging. Too much authority being held in a closed room is too much for an omega to handle.

Even if I've already spent a week in the barracks together with the gammas, I still don't have it in me to get used to the place. Sometimes I have to get out and breathe. I guess that's why I started zoning out a lot. The only thing that keeps me from vomiting is the memory of Dione getting killed.

It only makes me want this even more. It makes me want to train my body for vengeance.

There is no way I'd let Dione die in vain. There is no fucking way in hell.

Alpha Dionysus is a kind man to let us in his pack. Granted, his and our previous pack were alliances. Well, that was before the rogues decided to burn it down into ashes. But yes, our packs used to be alliances. So I guess that's why they took us in.

Gamma Deimos, Beta Zeus, Alpha Kratos, Delta Solomon, Gamma Zelos, Persephone, and I were the only ones left from our pack. It's not that hard to take us in, since we don't take up that much space.

In addition to that, they're high ranking wolves. Why would Alpha Dionysus let them go to waste when he can use them for his advantage?

But of course, as an omega, he didn't like the fact of letting me stay as another 'cook'. He challenged me that if I want to stay in his pack, I have to live. And the only way to live, is to kill. And the only way to kill is to be a pack warrior.

And with all my pent up anger over Dione's death, I knew I needed the training more than me cooking. I didn't even have to think twice. I joined the pack gamma training and swore my loyalty in this new pack by serving them in the war with the rest of its warriors.

Deimos was concerned, thinking that I couldn't handle it. And he was right. For the first three days, I feel like dying but still breathing. Gammas challenge me not because they want to train me, but just because they wanted a live punching bag for themselves.

The only reason these gammas haven't killed me yet is because of Deimos and Zelos. These fuckers seemed to have small penises around them. They all act mighty and shit around me, an omega. But you can see them tuck their tails around those two.

And believe me, I've been smelling nothing but inflated male ego whenever I'm with those two.

With me spending a lot of time with Deimos, and sometimes training with Zelos, killing me was never these gammas' option. Because that would anger Deimos and that's the last thing they want to happen. So they torture me instead.

Pfft, as if I haven't been tortured as an omega enough.

But just because Deimos is my friend doesn't mean I have everything on a silver platter. He trains me the way a gamma should be trained. I don't get a free pass on punishments just because I'm his friend. He's strict to me the way he's strict to everyone else.

And I think that's awesome.

With every bruise I got from him felt like every medal a child could ever receive in school.

I know I'm not the best out there, considering that my strength is still that of an omega. But I know I'm getting stronger. My wolf is getting stronger. I can see it. I can feel it.

But I still have a long way to go.

"Phoebe," Deimos called me as he hit my left arm with his wooden sword, but this time, harsher than the first time, "Snap out of it."

I looked at him, and his face was stoic. He makes that face whenever we're in training. It's as if he doesn't have any emotions when we're in the barracks. But that's the basic rule: you don't need emotions when killing people. Emotions only complicate things.

I looked up at him, and he hit me on my right arm, "Snap," then he hit me on my left thigh, "out," he hit me on my left cheek, "of," then finally hit me on my right cheek, "it."

He hit me so fast, I didn't have the time to fully understand what he was doing. That was until seconds later, when I felt my cheeks bleed. I tasted blood in my mouth, and I spit it out on the floor.

I looked up at him, glaring. I can feel my wolf's anger as she wanted to have control over my body. She wanted to hurt Deimos. Kill him, if possible. Snarling, I stood up and was about to shift.

My wolf has always been like this since I spent a lot of time with the gammas. My wolf is easily angered. As if she always wants to kill someone. It doesn't matter who, but she's ready to kill.

That's what's on her mind when my eyes turned black and my canines started showing. I even started growling in anger, making more gammas turn to look and watch. Some even smirked at our direction, knowing that I would be dead meat if I challenged Deimos.

But then he hit my left cheek again, "Shift, and I'll break your neck," he says in a low threatening voice. The same voice he uses to claim authority over anyone.

And I was scared. My wolf was scared. But she's still angry, and she felt the need to hurt Deimos back because he hurt us. She was too hungry for revenge; her logic is out the window.

So I didn't fully shift. But I didn't fully go back to being human either. With only my elongated claws, I motioned to claw Deimos' face out of pure wolf anger. But before I could do that, he caught my hand and twisted it in a way that had me wincing in pain.

My claws retracted, and my wolf was practically whimpering at the back of my mind. Fuck.

There were no other words in my mind but: fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Good. You're angry," Deimos says in a monotone voice, "First step to a successful kill is extreme anger."

He lets go of me before he pushed me hard enough for me to fall flat on the floor. My body had enough bruises to endure, and I think my arm is getting a new one. I groaned in pain as I struggled to keep myself up.

I didn't realize the barracks was silent until I looked up to see every gamma looking down at me. Some looked emotionless, and some were smirking. At least someone seemed to like this situation. Glad to know.

"Next step to a successful kill," Deimos continued talking, his voice booming over the silence that surrounds us, "is to be alive."