Runaway Alpha

In the quiet of the night, I ran effortlessly, each step sending leaves fluttering like a delicate breeze, almost creating a mini whirlwind around me. The moon was concealed by dense clouds, and the stars were absent from the sky. I couldn't help but wonder why I was running, a question that remained unclear. The idea of a runaway bride or a character named Luna was more relatable, but here I was, an Alpha escaping his own wedding... Pausing momentarily, all that could be heard was the soft hum of the night air. However, if one listened intently, the faint echoes of countless footsteps could be detected, closing in on me. They were pursuing me. Before the enraged werewolf could deliver a heavy blow, I left behind only a token of my departure – a leaf, a symbol of both my farewell and a ritual. It marked my separation from my pack, as if I had never been a part of it, as if I never existed within their ranks. "Yah Vegi Yma Ellwafare," I whispered, formally bidding my good-bye.