Astrid and Roma walked Summer, their older sister, towards the fairy circle. The pups were now old enough to find out the ranks they would have in the pack. Once a pup turns 12 moons old they receive the rank they will have for the rest of their lives. Summer went in first as the oldest, closing her eyes and pleading silently for atleast a decent rank. The alpha of the pack, Storm, approached the pups. She stood in front of Summer and looked at her.
“You will be an Omega,” Storm said with a slight edge to her voice.
Summer stepped out of the circle with tears in her eyes, she knew Storm didn’t like her, her father was a traitor and she was lucky not to be killed, or even worse, banished. Astrid and Roma stepped in together, as twins they were to be judged as one, Astrid and Roma were only Summer’s half sisters, their father was the lead hunter and highly respected among the pack.
“Astrid and Roma, you shall be hunters like your father and mother. If you work hard you will become lead hunters like your parents.” Storm told them, she turned to look at me with disgust, “Omega, go make Astrid and Roma’s nests.”
You lose your name when you become an omega, you’re considered lower than the dirt on the ground and you are tortured by the other packmembers. You don’t even get to retire and you are expected to work until you die, if it gets to the point when you can’t work the alpha is, by pack law, told to kill you.
