Fairy Tail Academy

Capture

We ran through the forest at breakneck speed trying to lose our pursuers.

Wendy had woken up an hour earlier complaining about her exceed, Carla, having some sort of premonition. If that wasn't eerie enough, Wendy herself had been having nightmares for the last week and a half.

Her nightmares were my nightmares, and no matter how fast or far away we ran, they always caught up to us. Quite like the guardians who were now chasing us.

We fled our school called Fairy Tail Academy almost three years ago. We just didn't fit in anymore, and after losing her family, Wendy just didn't feel safe or secure there.

She wasn't the only one. Almost three years ago, there had been a huge tragedy in central city, Era.

One alpha from the psychiatric ward had gotten free and murdered an innocent beta wolf, becoming a mad, rabid omega.

The omega escaped along with a few other escapees, who also turned omega and fled into the city, causing destruction and chaos wherever they went, painting the streets with the blood of the innocents walking the streets.

Wendy's family and many of our fellow students' families were among the casualties.

We happened to be there at the time. I had only just managed to escape with Wendy before the monsters flooded the streets, slaying any person with a beating heart in their path.

Of course, the guardians found them and eliminated them, but not before they had done irrefutable damage to the royal families that had travelled to the city for the coronation of the new queen, queen Hisui E. Fioré.

Each of the royal families had lost at least a half dozen clan members. Just as many clan leaders had also lost their lives, who were our friends and classmate's parents among them, taking a massive chunk out of our already dwindling alpha numbers.

What happened was a freak accident, but that day many of our loved ones perished, including Wendy's parents. They didn't even get a decent funeral or memorial. Because the tragedy had taken so many lives, a group ceremony to honour the dead was held with only a limestone tablet engraved with all the names of the fallen to honour their memory. One of the queens first actions as ruler. The deceased deserved better, especially Wendy's parents, but what did my opinion matter?

Wendy hadn't resented me for saving her and she knew I couldn't have saved everyone, but still, sometimes I felt her wish to have been killed with them. For now, she was the only member left of her dying clan, and a paramount of responsibilities and expectations were burdened onto her small shoulders.

When I said 'alpha', I was not referring to the alpha of a wolf pack. Alpha was simply the rank given to purebred wolves. Not all of them were royal, but there were only just under a dozen royal alpha clans left today anyway, so they were invaluable regardless of status. They were called 'alphas' because they were the beginning species of our supernatural races. At least that was what we were led to believe.

'Beta' was how wolves who were not from the royal clans were classified as. Somewhere down the line, their blood lines were mixed with humans and the resulting offspring were called beta's. Most were stronger that delta's, but we were all far weaker than alphas. Delta-human offspring were still classified as delta's because they retained their genetic superiority the beta's lost.

'Delta' was what we called our vampire cousins who fed off of the blood of animals. Naturally, there many differences existed between the species and racism and bullying often occurred from both inside and outside of the academy. One of our major disputes were because deltas were allowed to become guardians where alphas were not, and betas were forced to. The alphas argued that as the strongest of our races they should be allowed to fight, and the deltas argued that they were less than ten percent lower to them in numbers and for the species to survive, they had to be protected.