Chapter One
Dipper had always been an adventurer.
He enjoyed being outside, he enjoyed the warm sunlight that kissed his cheeks to the tall grass that tickled his bare legs. He would find so many great things in the forest—strange things—that never failed to blow the teen’s mind.
Today was no different than any other. He popped out of bed, tugged on a clean top, and dashed down the stairs. Most days, like today, he would have to brush off his sister’s persistent worry for him. Promises rushed out from the boy’s mouth. That he would be back in a snap as he snatched an apple from the table and raced out the door, ignoring his twin’s calls.
Mabel never liked Dipper’s going into the forest alone, claiming it was ‘no place for an Omega.’ Dipper scowled at the memory, so what was he supposed to do? Stay inside all his life because of something he didn’t even choose to be born with. Wait for some big strong Alpha to sweep him off his feet like one of those sappy romance novel’s his sister had stacked near her bed.
Dipper was an Omega, but he wasn't weak.
Alphas always seemed to find a way to make Dipper’s skin crawl. Most of the one’s he did encounter were creepy, egotistical, and just plain barbaric. Although Dipper would make an exception to a few, like Pacifica, and Wendy; Pacifica was Mabel’s mate, a brassy blonde with a big heart that she always tried kept well hidden.
Dipper was ecstatic when Mabel finally told him about it. She always talked about finding her mate as they grew up, going on in full detail about how romantic it would all be. Dipper couldn’t of been more pleased his sister got what she always wanted, a friend and a mate, but something odd happened when he watched them interact.
His heart would clench with envy and that terrified him.
Only Dipper didn’t understand, he despised the idea of mates. So why would his chest feel so hallow when he saw how happy his Sister and her other half were? Dipper found himself torn, he didn’t need nor want an Alpha. What he did need was for this heartache to fade away so he could function properly, honestly it was starting to make him moody as hell.
Dipper narrowly dodged the flying branch that almost smacked him right in the face. He shook off these nagging thoughts as he trekked deeper into the forest. The oncoming headache seemed to fade when he made it to the familiar clearing; Dipper shut his eyes and inhaled slowly, the strong scent of evergreens flooding his heightened senses.
A soft smile tugged at his lips, the sound of birds chirping in the distance mingled with the gentle trickle of a nearby river. These things made this forest seem so...normal, but this forest was anything other than that. Dipper removed his bag from his back, swinging the pack in-front of him and dropping it on the ground with a thud.
Dipper crouched down on his knees and dug through the bag, he grinned in triumph when his fingers wrapped around it. He slipped the small journal out of his bag, some of the torn edges caught the rings of his pack. Dipper frowned at the battered papers, making a mental reminder to purchase a new one in town at some point.
The pen took a little more digging, but he eventually found it. He plopped down next to a nearby tree—positioned in from of the creek— with his book in hand. He tipped the pen up to his mouth and pulled it off with his teeth, his gaze locked on the stuffed journal.
Drumming woodpeckers worked noisily above the boy as he opened it with care, catching some of the pages that threatened to spill out. Dipped read over the freshest page in the very back eyes skimming over his latest discovery—Pixies. Not much was written on the page only a few hunches that they might be hiding here, based on some things Dipper found around this area.
glittery dust found in the water -6/3/16
Tinkling laughter in the hallows of trees?? -7/1/16
The rest was all scribbled out with an ink pen because of dead-ends, Dipper sighed before closing the book. He frowned, leaning back against the large tree while staring over at the creek with an inquisitive look. Although everything seemed to stop, including his thoughts when he heard a loud bang from north of him. Birds bursting from the trees in front of him at the commotion, or danger.
Dipper was up in an instant, his legs moving without thought. He raced forward, his heart pumping wildly as he ran. Shoving branches that blocked his way—trying to stay fast—but also overstep roots that threatened to trip him as he made his way through the thickness of bush. Small twigs scrapped his at his legs, but he didn’t care.
Relief flooded him when he spotted the next clearing, he didn’t know if his poor heart could take anymore of this running. He burst through the shrubbery, tumbling straight for the ground. He let out a pained yelp, reaching towards his most defiantly sprained ankle instantly. The he panted on the ground, eyes squeezed shut in pain.
“That was a nasty fall kid!”
Dipper slowly opened his eyes, flinching at the harsh sunlight that suddenly invaded his vision. Only once his visioned cleared did he realize that it wasn't the sunlight.
Golden, golden hair, golden eyes, and a most definitely golden smile.
The man peered down at the Dipper with impressed curiosity, his locks spilling messily across his forehead as he leaned over him. He was crouched down, a Rifle slung over his shoulder and an air of superiority oozed from him. What gave it away was the arrogance that was strongly mixed in their as well and Dipper could spot those traits from a hundred miles away—Alpha.
The once confused and disoriented look Dipper had in his eyes was gone, a narrowed glare soon replaced it. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the amused chuckle coming from the other. Dipper hated the small feeling of panic that sprang up in his chest.
He was in the forest with an armed Alpha and he was very alone.
Mabel was so right, the forest really was no place for an Omega.