Chapter 8: Cruel Fate
Mink’s P.O.V
I watched four men approach us from the other end of the desert. Each one was wearing the traditional Rajasthani dhoti-kurta along with the multicolored turbans. One hundred years later and the world hasn’t changed all that much from since I was a child. Shifters are still a male dominated species, not much different from the patriarchal society that humans live in.
I often wonder what it was that made men so special that they thought they could rule every aspect of everyone’s lives. Be it humans or shifters, women were always looked down upon. I could understand the theory behind this discrimination with humans, but shifters? Shifters were strong and that strength didn’t discriminate between male or female. The highest I’ve ever seen a female shifter rise in rank was a beta in a deer shifter pack, which was pretty unconventional considering that most of the deer packs comprise of females with one big horned male. That was why I didn’t like the idea of a pack. I didn’t want to be confided by the rules of a pack and I would never bow down to another man for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, the term used for such packless, mateless wolves such as me and Ruksaar was Rouges. Not a pretty term considering that rogues were usually violent in their temperament and their only aim was to wreck havoc in the world, but that’s how the saying goes. However, I prefer the term lone wolf.
“State your purpose of being here, rogue!” A tall man in his late twenties spat out, like he had swallowed something distasteful.
I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’m under no such obligation.”
“You have some nerve, woman!” Another man spoke up from behind the first one, obviously the beta. “You come into our land and roam around like this place belongs to you! State your purpose or prepare to die!”
“Oh?” Ruksaar spoke up from beside me as she pretended to examine her nails. “If you’re that desperate to know our purpose of visit, how about letting me take a bite out of you? I’ve never had falcon meat before, is that purpose enough for you?”
“Shut up, wretched woma-“
“Enough!” I let my wolf seep into my voice as I stepped forward to face the Alpha. “Our purpose of visit is none of your business and neither should you have any interest in either of us. Go about your day without bothering us, falcon or the consequences will not be in your favor.”
The men backed down a few steps but their ego was still intact. “You come to our land and threaten us!” Spoke the young Alpha. “You might be wolves but you cannot take on an entire flock of falcons!”
“What land are you even talking about?” I asked the Alpha. “These sands that you see once belonged to my pack. I was born here but you weren’t. Your flock flew in when you could no longer find prey in the desert. So technically, you are standing in my land, not the other way around.”
The men looked at me in confusion for a few seconds before realization dawned on them, followed by fear. The Alpha was the one who spoke up first. “There hasn’t been a wolf pack in Rajasthan for a hundred year now, not until….you can’t be! They’re all dead! No one survived!”
“And yet, no one ever questions who killed them all,” I tilted my head to one side, watching the sun rise in the horizon over the dunes. “Who set fire to an entire village and killed the most ferocious Alpha known to man.”
“But we are a serious threat!” Ruksaar complained.
“Yes, but what would chasing after them achieve?” I asked her. “You may be doing this just for the thrill of it but falcons are a sensitive bunch, they might feel threatened and try to relocate. You have to keep in mind that their flock doesn’t only consist of men like the Alpha and his followers, but also women and children. Uprooting their entire flock may also come as a shock to the children and they might not make it to their next destination.”
Ruksaar blinked up at me with her big brown eyes. “For someone who doesn’t want to build a pack, you sure know a lot about how it operates.”
“Every Alpha knows how a pack operates. It’s built into their bones.” I told her. “But that doesn’t mean I want to form a pack, Ruksaar. We’ve had this conversation plenty of times and I’m not entertaining it any longer.” With that I turned and started walking the long way back to the village.
“Oh, come on, jiji!” Ruksaar followed behind me with quick steps. “Wait up!”
Sometimes I thought if I really wanted to be an Alpha or not, but I guess I didn’t have a choice in that matter. I was already an Alpha, an Alpha without a pack. Why was I even created? Why was I so unique? My mother and father had hidden me from Rafael’s view right after I was born not only because I was a girl but because I was so different. Everything about me screamed foreigner and yet, I was of this land. What cruel fate had Mother Nature planned out for me? Not only did I stick out like a sore thumb, I was also given a human mate.
What a cruel fate indeed…
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