Hello all! I wanted to make a story with Alpha and Omega but add a twist... The plot will be based on American Horror Story: Coven! It's not going to be a crossover because I will not use and AHS characters; AaO characters will represent them.

Anyhoo, I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I will enjoy writing it!

Humphrey is in a classroom lit by bright fluorescent light that hurts his eyes a little with one light bulb in the distance slightly flickering. It's his first day of junior high and biology class was first. Today they are dissecting a frog to start off the semester. Humphrey looked down and saw the lifeless creature in front of him. He shuddered softly and fidgetted with his fingers. He genuinely felt sorrow and possibly even grief for the poor frog that the others couldn't care less about. He hesitantly stroked its jawline down its throat to its chest. It felt cold and still to him. Then he thought about the frog coming back to life and hopping away to a pond or some cute happy ending, but he knew that wasn't possible. He let out a gentle sigh and right then Humphrey felt something move. It felt like… a pulse against his middle finger on the frog's chest. He quickly looked down and saw the frog open its eyes and roll over. Humphrey's eyes widen and he moved back, nearly yelling in surprise. He breathed heavily as he looks at the frog sit there more alive than ever. Humphrey let a smile crack on my face.

"Freak." a girl said across from Humphrey

Humphrey looked up at her. "What?" He asked in nearly a whisper

"You're a freak. Mr. Ferguson, Humphrey brought the frog back to life." she said loudly

"No..."

He looked at her. She appeared to be the teacher's pet, tattletale, snobby type of girl with her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail with a bow, flower earrings, and a forever 21 outfit. But that's the least of Humphrey's worries now as he turned my attention to Mr. Ferguson hearing the scuff of his chair and making his way to their table. He looked mad or just annoyed, either way, Humphrey didn't think he's going to be nice at all.

"What's going on?" Mr. Ferguson asked. Yup. He sounded pissed

"He brought that frog back to life!" The snobby girl said pointing to the frog.

Mr. Ferguson shook his head softly. "No, he just switched it with a live one to trick you, but the trick's on her." He said to her and turned his attention to Humphrey. One could tell right away that he is not the person to mess with. He then grabbed a scalpel which made Humphrey nervous immediately. "Here. Kill it." He said handing Humphrey the sharp instrument.

Humphrey threw the scalpel on the table. "W-what!? No!.."

Mr. Ferguson was obviously not pleased with Humphrey's answer as shown with a growl. He grabbed the poor frog tightly and flipped it on it's back, getting tacks.

"What are you doing?" Humphrey asked before Mr. Ferguson started piercing the frog's limbs onto the dissecting table. "STOP!" Humphrey yelled and reached to take the tacks out.

"Pick up the scalpel." He said.

"No, please don't make me." Humphrey replied meekly.

"If you won't dissect a live frog, then you will dissect a live one." He said putting the scalpel in Humphrey's hand.

By this point, Humphrey already started to cry. He shook his head slightly trying to pull his hand out of teacher's grip. "No, I won't kill a living thing. You can't make me!" He pleading with Mr. Ferguson shaking his head, but his teacher was having none of it. Mr. Furguson gripped Humphrey's hand that was holding the scalpel with both of his bigger and stronger hands

"You kill it or I'll have a talk with your parents." Mr. Ferguson said harshly as he forced Humphrey to stab the frog directly into the chest.

Seeing the blood ooze past the blade, well up in the wound, and spill over it's body was awful for Humphrey. What was worst of all; he could feel the frog's pain. Humphrey let out a blood-curdling scream as if he was the one being stabbed in the chest. He couldn't bear it. Or at least he thought he couldn't. When Humphrey couldn't feel the pain anymore he gasped for breath. Mr. Ferguson angrily drags me to the principal's office by the arm.

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Hi. My name's Humphrey Day aged of 17 from Alabama and I'm a wizard. Not a Harry Potter kind of wizard with wands and shit. More like a Salem witch that chant in Latin and stir stuff in a cauldron. Apparently, I'm the first Salem wizard in over a century and the third in history. Turns out that my descendants of Salem were real but they didn't burn at the hands of the Puritans. They were smart and cunning so they fled down south to New Orleans, Louisiana to avoid persecution. Now I'm on a train on my way there to a sanctuary for wolves like me. The place is disguised as a boarding school that I can't remember the name of.

I was told that all witches and wizards have a power or a gift. Some have telekinesis, pyrokinesis, clairvoyance, or the one witch at the school that is a lupine voodoo doll. I have the rare gift of resurgence. Basically, I can bring any living thing, except plants, back to life. I knew I had this gift since 6th grade...

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"You'll dissect a live one"

Humphrey screams in intense agony

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I got lectured for it, sent home, and switched for it, of course. After that, I repressed my gift. I did make exceptions...

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A mysterious man and his gang stood ominously in the darkness of a cotton field, hidden by their own shadows.

"It is you that will burn in hell! I swear to it!" Humphrey yelled

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but those are stories for another time.

I look around the train cabin and see the lady that told me all this stuff, Murial Snow. Now she does look like a witch. She has frizzy bell-shaped hair but red and she was rather old. She also had 3 pure white male wolves with her. They didn't say anything. I assume they're Muriel's bodyguards or something. They did drag me on the train since I was reluctant to get on.

I looked back out of the window staring at nothing in particular. So much is going through my head right now. Why didn't this Muriel come get me sooner? What the hell is this boarding school thing? Are the girls nice? Is the staff nice? How are my mother and sister? Are they worried? Do they even know what happened to me? Do they know what those wolves did to me?

I shake my head and try to clear my mind. Maybe this will be good. Maybe a change is what I need. At least I will be with other wolves like me… Maybe it won't be as bad as I think.

Hope y'all liked the first chapter to this story! I know it's a little short but I will keep the word count to each chapter at least 1,000 words

This is the updated chapter with a new style. Italics represent the past. It is in 3rd person, centered, and separated from the present by three periods.

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