Cruel Revenge

Tonight was a night to remember in the kingdom of Silver Moon pack..

The full moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the town. The air was alive with the howling of wolves, their haunting cries echoing through the streets.

It was a special celebration, one where the pack members would shift into their wolf forms and roam the town, letting their wild side shine. Lysander sighed sadly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling of his small bedroom. He lay on his bed, feeling bored and alone. He couldn't dare to go out and join the celebration.

As an omega, the lowest rank in the pack, he wasn't welcome among the others. They would mock him, tease him, and maybe even hurt him. "Lysander," he heard, and a small smile played on his lips as he saw his father approaching. His father's footsteps were light, but Lysander's ears picked up the sound easily. "Welcome back," Lysander said gently, sitting up on his bed. His father smiled wearily, his eyes tired from a long day of work. "Why aren't you outside?" his father asked, sitting beside him on the bed. "It's a full moon night. Everyone's out celebrating." He added. Lysander shrugged. "I am not going. What will I be doing there, Father? You can go and have fun. I'll be okay alone here." He said. His father sighed, his eyes filled with concern. "You're missing out on the pack's traditions, Lysander. It's a time for us to connect with our wolves and with each other. Your brothers are having fun already" He said. Lysander looked away, feeling a pang of sadness. He knew his father was right, but he couldn't bring himself to join the others. Not when he was so different from them. "I won't be going too," his father finally said, standing up. "I have to be at the palace very early tomorrow morning anyway. I'll be in my room if you need anything." He added. He is actually a cleaner at the palace. Lysander nodded, watching as his father left. He lay back down on the bed, feeling the weight of his loneliness. The howling of wolves outside seemed to grow louder, a reminder of everything he was missing out on. As he closed his eyes, memories flooded his mind. He had always loved a private life, content to spend his days alone, reading and exploring the woods.

Two years ago, he was virtually invisible, and he liked it that way. But everything changed on his eighteenth birthday, when he was supposed to shift into his wolf form for the very first time. It didn't happen. Rumors spread quickly through the pack, and soon everyone knew that Lysander was different.