Haru had always been different. From the moment he could walk, he had challenged the unspoken rules of his birth pack—not with reckless defiance, but with a quiet, unwavering determination to forge his own path.
Born to a powerful but rigid pack, Haru was expected to be strong, obedient, unquestioning. His future had been set before he had even opened his eyes. He would grow, he would fight, he would serve his alpha, and when the time came, he would accept whatever role was given to him.
But Haru had never been content with a life dictated by others. He questioned everything.
"Why must the strongest take more while the weakest suffer?"
"Why is loyalty measured by obedience rather than choice?"
"Why should love be decided by rank rather than the heart?"
His questions earned him wary glances, sharp reprimands, and eventually, the attention of the alpha himself. Haru was strong, undeniably so, but his unwillingness to submit made him dangerous.
Still, he might have endured the expectations, the suffocating rules, the weight of a future that wasn't his to choose—if not for Momo.
She had been his closest friend since they were pups, the only wolf who truly understood him. When others mocked her for trying to master her grandmother's teachings, Haru had stood at her side, fiercely defending her. He hadn't needed words to know that she was his, just as he was hers.
But the pack didn't see it that way.
When they grew older, the alpha set his sights on Momo—not as a wolf, but as a prize to be claimed. Haru had seen it before, had watched wolves be stripped of choice, forced into roles they never wanted. He knew that if they stayed, Momo would be taken from him, and he would be expected to bow his head and accept it.
That was the moment Haru decided to leave.
He and Momo ran together, leaving behind the only home they had ever known. They had no pack, no territory, no certainty of survival—but they had each other.
Through hardship, through hunger, through the trials of the wild, they carved out a new home, a new family, a new future.
Haru became an alpha not by birthright, but by choice. His pack was one of freedom, loyalty, and love—not obligation. Every wolf who followed him did so because they chose to, because they believed in the future he and Momo built together.
He was not the strongest alpha, nor the most ruthless. But he was the one who dared to choose his own fate.
And that, more than anything, was why his pack thrived.
White Primal Pelt