Explicit | 5200+ words | omegaverse
Preparations for winter solstice begin on the equinox.
With fruits sweetened by the summer sun and meats fattened by the abundance brought by spring, Ghost has always preferred this autumnal balance of night and day.
It’s been years since his last run; too busy with the throes of battle and war to consider ones of ferocious passion. But this banquet of divine foods is something he has missed.
He is not one for the summer, reluctant to remove his shirt to let his skin burn, blister, and peel. Instead, he adores this warming, golden light.
The leaves of the forest rustle in the wind, in the midst of hurtling towards their beautiful, ochre death, and Ghost bites into raw flesh of a fallow deer. It is the first feast of this mating season, to strengthen the bodies of Alphas, preparing them for the barbarism of seeking out and plundering the Omega they desire. Preparing them to fight to the death for the one they wish to possess for their mating trysts.
Tensions are low on the equinox, the camaraderie of this run joining them all as one, but they mount as the day is eaten up a little more by the night with each passing moonrise. Soon, fangs are bared and flesh torn, and Ghost relishes in this primal violence.
The Alpha pack fractures and splits, hunting bucks and each other, displaying dominance as their bodies command them to. Soon, there will be no rational mind left.
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