So there are a few things you need to know before we begin.

This story is about Lupo, not Werewolves...Werewolves don't exist in real life. Lupo...shortened from Lupo Tipo; the Italian for Wolf Kind...are actually similar to the Werewolf myth...but they're not the same thing, cause Lupo are real.

Werewolves are said to spread their kind with a bite or scratch, they make new werewolves...whereas Lupo, are born.

Lupo live in packs for the most part, usually isolated from humankind in small, close knit communities. They will occasionally venture into human towns, but only under extreme circumstances, like a bad winter or failed crop...otherwise they keep to themselves. Though the species originates from Italy, there are more than 500 packs in the United States today, but not one human even knows they exist.

Lupo spend most of their time in human form, but they have the ability to "shift" into wolf-form, becoming what some humans have seen as giant wolves, and what some have claimed are Werewolves.

There are three different kinds of Lupo, a little like the classes in normal wolf packs.

There are Alphas...big, strong, dominant and protective. A pack can have more than one Alpha in it, but one will always be in charge of the pack, and this often causes tension with weaker Alphas who can become angry and bitter if not handled right. Alphas can be either male or female, though most tend to be male.

Then there are Betas...a little smaller, a little weaker and quite a bit less dominant. Betas again can be either male or female, but they can all get pregnant, and they can all produce offspring. They make excellent mothers and are often snapped up as mates by the more powerful Alphas. Unmated Betas tend to stick together though, and often form very "close" relationships with each other.

And finally there are Omegas. Omegas are small, weak, submissive and often quite painfully shy. They can be male or female and are fertile like Betas, but due to their inability to fight, to defend young if they have them, most Omegas do not get chosen as a primary mate...a lover, a mistress or a quick fuck maybe...but rarely a mate.

A further difference between the kinds is when they gain the ability to shift. Alphas reach their maturity the earliest, usually at about 12 years old, and can shift from that point on. Betas come next, usually at around the age of 15, when their first heat hits them. Then there's the poor little Omegas who don't get their shifting ability until they've been claimed by a mate...and that can't happen until their first heat which comes at anywhere from 16 to 19 years of age.

Lupo aren't known by humankind, but they know a lot about them. They find it quite fascinating that so much importance is placed on sexuality, as all Lupo are bisexual, and there is no stigma placed on being with a Lupo of the same gender. They also find monogamous relationships in the human world to be baffling, as most Alphas will take 2, 3 or even 4 mates, and they'll all live happily together, though one mate will always be primary...it's just the way it's always been.

Lupo packs rarely cross each other's path, but when they do, expect sparks to fly.

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Mikey Way was just 15 years old when his parents died and he became the pack's head Alpha. The pack was at war with their neighbours at the time and his parents...Donald, head Alpha, and Donna his Beta mate...were torn down in a brutal battle that lasted four days and left few alive on either side.

Mikey had been left in charge of the younger members of the pack, and the Omegas, and was just about to put his 5 year old brother Gerard to bed when the news reached the village. Gerard had been too young to understand what was happening, but he got that it was bad when he saw Mikey rage and howl and tear the den apart. Gerard had cried, curling up in a ball in the corner. He knew Mikey would never hurt him, but he was still scared. When Mikey caught sight of the tiny boy, shivering and whimpering in fear, his anger ebbed away and he automatically went to comfort him.

"Shh baby, it's ok. It's gonna be ok."

He'd pulled Gerard gently into his lap and held him close, rocking him softly and cooing to him until he quietened.

In the days and weeks that followed, Mikey took over the pack and proved himself to be a natural leader. He organised burials for the dead, and ensured that the living didn't fall into disarray or despair. He also took over the role of father to his tiny, frightened and confused brother. It was hard, but he had no other choice.

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Time Stamp- 11 years later



The little Omega ran blindly through the woods, he needed to go faster or they would get him...but he knew he couldn't. They'd had him and let him go, only to chase after him again five minutes later. They were playing with him, much like a cat plays with a mouse...he hated being a mouse. He knew that when they caught him, he would be in a world of pain, and he wanted to stay free for as long as he could...but he was tiring now, the muscles in his legs burning and his vision starting to blur from tears and exhaustion. If only he could make it to the river, he might have a chance. Damn, he wished he had listened when Alpha told him to stay close to the village, but he'd just wanted to pick wild strawberries, what could be so dangerous about that?...he wished he'd listened.

Tripping on an exposed root he went down with a frightened cry, feeling his ankle twist. Hot tears spilt down his cheeks as he tried to stand and found that he couldn't...he knew he was done for, he wouldn't make it to the river, and he likely wouldn't be going home tonight...if at all.

Sobbing as quietly as he could, he crawled into the bushes, hoping they wouldn't find him...hoping beyond hope that they wouldn't smell him, though he knew that was simply wishful thinking. He curled up in a tiny ball and held his breath as he heard them heading his way. This was it, this was the day Gerard Way, Omega of the Way Pack...would die. He closed his eyes, he didn't want to see it coming, not one bit.

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"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH HIM..."

Mikey yelled, back handing Bob and sending him to the dirt.

"YOU HAD ONE FUCKING JOB WHILE I WAS AWAY AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT!..."

He reached down, grabbing his second by the hair and dragging him up to growl low right into his face.

"If he's harmed in any way...you die. Got it?"

The other Alpha whimpered, shaking in his superior's rough grip.

"Yes. Yes Alpha. I'll find him."

"You fucking better, and you better pray he's ok when you do."

Mikey dropped Bob and turned, stalking off to gather others for a search party. Bob groaned, rubbing his split cheek and cursing that fucking Omega. If the boy wasn't Mikey's little brother, Bob would've had his way with him long ago. He dragged himself to his feet and headed into the woods to look for the boy.

"If he's not dead, I'll fucking gut him myself."

He growled bitterly, even though he knew that would be a death sentence for him if he dared.

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"Here puppy puppy puppy..."

The tall, black haired Alpha sing-songed as he and his mate closed in on Gerard's hiding place.

"We know you're there...we can smell ya."

Gerard whimpered quietly, curling up tighter and stuffing his thumb into his mouth. He didn't want to die, he only turned 16 a month ago.

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Mikey had found the trail, Gerard's scent, drenched in fear and mixed with the scents of an unknown Alpha and Beta. He growled and picked up the pace, shifting into his wolf-form and sprinting through the trees with his Beta mate Ray close behind him. He had to get to Gerard fast, it was his responsibility to protect him since their parents died and by leaving Bob in charge for the weekend, he'd dropped the ball. He would never forgive himself if he didn't get there in time.

Mikey's huge black wolf-form moved fast and fluid between the trees, while Ray's smaller brown wolf-form struggled to keep up. Ray was worried for the young Omega, after all, he and Mikey had basically raised the boy themselves and he hated to think that something had happened to him. He panted as he chased Mikey's tail through the trees, trusting his mate to find the way and not to run them off a cliff or into the path of a speeding truck.

Mikey was one of the best trackers in the state, in fact on more than one occasion, he'd been hesitantly approached by Lupo from other packs who were searching for missing members...he had gained a reputation as someone to go to when you couldn't find someone on your own. But now he was tracking Gerard. Now things were serious and he was using every trick he knew to find the little Omega.

They had to be getting closer now, surely?!

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Gerard cowered as the tall Alpha stood over him with his mate draping herself over his back. The Alpha had found Gerard moments ago and dragged him from his hiding place by his long black hair.

"You run out of puff little puppy?...couldn't hold the pace?"

Gerard whimpered, fearful tears flooding his cheeks.

"That's not it..."

The Beta said with a slightly manic giggle.

"He's not claimed so he couldn't shift...right puppy?"

Gerard curled up more, trembling and wishing they'd go away. No such luck, the Alpha turned to his mate.

"Lynz sweetheart, could you grab me some sharp sticks please?...nice strong ones. We don't want them to break off when we shove them in him, now do we?"

The girl grinned, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet as Gerard felt a hand of icy fear tighten around his heart.

"Sure don't Andy. Sharp sticks, coming right up."

Then she turned and skipped off into the trees. The Alpha, Andy, crouched down next to the terrified boy, grabbing his chin with sharp nailed fingers and pulling his face up to glare in his eyes.

"My girl likes to play before a kill...you don't mind, do ya?"

Gerard sobbed pitifully, the guy couldn't really be expecting him to answer that...right? Andy laughed in the Omega's face then threw him backward against the hard trunk of a tree. Gerard's head hit with a thud and his vision blurred. He curled in on himself, wishing he could pass out quickly...or better yet, die before the real pain began.

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Mikey ran swiftly, ignoring the cramps that threatened to drag his legs from beneath him. They had stopped for a moment when the scent of the frightened Omega overwhelmed their senses, a clearing with blood and urine on the ground, but now they were back on the trail and Mikey wouldn't stop until he found his brother.

Ray wasn't sure how long they'd been running for, or how far outside of their territory they'd strayed, but he knew better than to ask his Alpha to slow down or take a break. His sense of smell wasn't as good as Mikey's, but even he knew the stench of mortal fear when it was right under his nose. He pushed on, panting heavily as he fought to keep up. If he got left behind he could be in danger from a rival pack...he also wouldn't be there to help Mikey rescue Gerard.

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Gerard screamed in terror and pain as Andy drove a sharp stick straight through the fragile Omega's right hand, nailing him to the forest floor. His other hand was already staked down and the scent of blood was thick in the air as the ground beneath him turned dark red. Tears flooded the boy's face as he thrashed and howled. Andy grinned down at him as Lynz laughed insanely.

"Ya gonna keep making all that noise all night?...I might have to cut out your pretty little tongue."

Gerard whimpered, shutting his mouth and locking his jaw closed. He was feeling dizzy and sick and he knew that he was losing too much blood, way too fast.

"What should we do with him now Alpha?"

Lynz said with a giggle. Andy smirked, wrapping an arm around his Beta's bare waist.

"Well all that screaming probably alerted the local pack that he's here, so I'm thinking we should leave for now and come back later...if there's anything left."

Gerard whined quietly, closing his eyes as darkness started to close in on him. Lynz pouted.

"Aww. I wanted to play some more."

"I know ya did sugar, but don't worry, there will be lots of fun to be had when his pack find out he's dead...we'll start a war and sit back to watch, then take what's left for ourselves..."

Andy dragged his tongue up the side of her neck, making her moan.

"Come now, let's split before the locals come to feast."

The pair laughed as they turned and disappeared off through the trees.

Gerard's eyes fluttered but he couldn't seem to open them, he was just so tired. It wouldn't hurt to sleep for a little while...would it?

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Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?


So this this site is kinda empty right now and I sort of feel like I’m screaming into the void by even bothering to post here...but I will continue as long as at least one person out there is still reading.

This is the start of a brand new fic, and the first solo fic I’ve began for quite a while...hope you enjoy.


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