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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.

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The 'Omega's'...now they were an entirely different story. These monsters were born from murder and black magic. It didn't matter if it was an accident or intentional, if a delta killed a person through feeding, they were turned into an omega. There was also the case of being forcefully turned by an omega no matter what species you were; alpha, delta, beta or even a human. No one was safe from them.

Omega was the name given to these creatures of the night because they worked alone instead of in packs or groups like we did, and also because it meant 'end', which was ultimately our fates if we stopped fighting against them.

Our numbers have dwindled over the years and it was rare for us to breed willingly to increase our numbers. Would a royal alpha breed with a normal alpha or beta? No, not likely. Would a lower-class beta or alpha risk diluting their bloodline further by breeding with humans? No, even less likely. And while delta's and wolves could possibly breed with each other, it was incredibly rare for the offspring survive. It was also illegal.

We already had too many natural enemies out there; why would we let live a new race that would be stronger than us, walk among us, only for them to later decide that they wanted to be at the top instead, and kill the rest of us off? Hybrids were taboo among our races, even omegas were said to fear them.

Regardless of such, I was sure some parents out there managed to keep their hybrid children hidden and safe. Even if they were hybrids, they were still their own children, and some people would rather take that risk out of love instead of offer their children up to be slaughtered.

I yelped in pain as my paw slid off a root, which probably sprained it. I took a moment to regain my composure before Wendy shot out of the trees behind me, followed by the echo of our pursuers behind us.

"Erza! Are you alright?" She asked me worriedly, and quickly healed my paw before I could protest. I sighed.

"Thanks. I think we are going to have to pass through the river to get rid of our scents. Then we'll have to run in our human forms. They know what we looked like over three years ago, but I doubt they'll recognize us now if our scents are covered and we use suitable disguises." I told her and she nodded.

She followed me to a large river. Well, it was deeper rather than wider, and the torrents looked awfully dangerous. After giving it a look, I decided to use my sea empress armor to increase my resistance to the strength of the torrent.

"Wendy, climb on my back, hurry!" I ordered, and she quickly scampered onto my shoulders.

"Please don't get me wet!" Whined Carla, our cat, from inside her backpack. I rolled my eyes and swam the expanse within moments. When we emerged, I made sure no witnesses had seen us before we ran through the woods and toward the city.

I requipped into a tight pair of faded black jeans and a white tank top. I got out a dress for Wendy and she used her air magic to dry us off. We both wore platinum blonde wigs to hide our natural hair colours and to make us look more like relatives and a little less conspicuous.

Once we were dressed, we flew towards the city's train station. We landed in a clearing just outside of the train station, and quickly ran inside. The woman at the desk shot up, ready to call security, but before she could even open her mouth, I caught her under my compulsion.

You see, how I knew I must have had mixed heritage was by my ability to compel. Not that I could ever talk to my mother to figure out exactly who my biological father was. I didn't even know her side of my lineage. Compulsion was a strictly delta ability, and yet I had it, and mine was debatably as strong as a delta royals' compulsion. There could be other explanations as well, but this one seemed most likely.

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