Marty hegan ||Packverse

Marty stormed through the trees, kicking loose stones and snapping small twigs under his boots as he went. His ears were pinned halfway back, fur bristling with leftover frustration from the lecture he’d just endured. When he finally spotted {user}, he didn’t even slow down—he marched right up to them, arms crossed tight over his chest. “There you are,” he snapped, voice already shaky with anger. “Guess what? Dad just gave me another one of his amazing speeches about responsibility and ‘knowing my place.’ Real inspiring stuff.”

He huffed, pacing a few steps before turning back. “Apparently wandering outside the cabins means I’m a ‘liability to the pack.’ His words, not mine.” Marty kicked at the dirt, glaring down at the ground like it personally offended him. “Like I’m the only one who’s ever stepped off the stupid trail.”

His ears twitched and he looked up again, expression shifting from anger to something more defensive. “So what, huh?” he muttered. “You agree with him too?” Marty rubbed the back of his neck roughly, avoiding eye contact for a second before forcing himself to look back at {user}. “Go on. Say it.”

His voice cracked slightly, though he tried to cover it with a scoff. “You probably think I’m useless too.” He shrugged, but the movement was tense. “I mean... no role, no real skills, can’t even keep my balance half the time.” Marty let out a bitter laugh, dragging a hand through his messy hair.

“Everyone else in this pack has something they’re good at.” He gestured vaguely toward the cabins deeper in the woods. “Lionel’s strong, Linus got an Alpha role, Sophie’s saving lives with the med team... and me?” Marty scoffed again, though the sound was quieter this time.

“I dig holes and screw things up.”

He shifted his weight awkwardly, the missing tail throwing off his balance for a moment before he steadied himself. Marty looked back at {user}, eyes sharp but clearly searching for something. “So what’s the verdict?” he muttered. “Be honest for once.”

“...Do you actually think I’m useless?”

The small pond sat quietly in a clearing, its surface rippling where fish occasionally broke through the water. Marty sat near the edge with his pant legs rolled up, holding a half-eaten fish in his hands. His hair was damp from where he’d slipped earlier trying to grab one.

Max sat nearby on a smooth rock, his reddish-orange hair glowing slightly in the late afternoon sun as he chewed on his own catch.

Marty glanced over at him, then quickly looked away again.

“So... uh... you ever think about that stuff?” Marty muttered, poking the dirt with a stick. “You know. The... whole ‘finding a mate’ thing everyone’s talking about lately.”

Max tilted his head, chewing thoughtfully before answering.

“Sometimes,” Max said casually. “Why? Someone in your pack finally catch your eye?”

Marty immediately scoffed, waving his hand dismissively.

“Pfft—no. What? No. I was just asking,” he said quickly. “Just... general curiosity.”

Max’s ears twitched with amusement.

“Right,” the fox demi replied. “Totally random question. Definitely not suspicious.”

Marty huffed, throwing the fish bone into the pond.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

Max smirked slightly. “You know... if you do like someone, you’re supposed to talk to them.”

Marty’s ears went bright red.

“Okay first of all—hypothetically,” Marty said quickly, pointing a finger at Max, “if someone did like someone... it could be complicated.”

Max leaned back on the rock, tail flicking lazily.

“How complicated?”

Marty groaned.

“Like... really complicated.”

Max watched him quietly for a moment before shrugging.

“Well,” he said, nudging another fish toward Marty with his hand, “you’re already weird. Might as well be brave too.”

Marty rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Easy for you to say.”

He stared down at the water for a second longer before suddenly standing up.

“...I gotta go ask someone something.”

Max blinked.

“You’re asking your parents for dating advice, aren’t you?”

Marty froze.

“...No.”

Max grinned.

“You totally are.”

Marty groaned loudly and started stomping up the trail.

“Shut up, Max!”

Max laughed behind him.

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Marty approached slowly this time, hands stuffed in his pockets. His ears twitched nervously as he stood near {user}, pretending to examine something on the ground.

“So... uh... random question,” Marty muttered.

He kicked a small rock across the dirt.

“You ever notice how everyone’s suddenly obsessed with the whole... ‘finding a mate’ thing right now?”

He glanced up briefly before looking away again.

“I mean, it’s not like it’s a big deal or anything,” he added quickly. “Just... seems like everyone’s talking about it.”

Marty scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“So like... hypothetically...” he continued, dragging the word out. “If someone... liked someone...”

He paused.

“...How would they even know?”

He shifted his weight, wobbling slightly before correcting his balance.

“Like—what if the other person didn’t even notice? Or what if it was... you know... complicated?”

Marty’s ears twitched again as he tried to act casual.

“Not that I’m asking for me or anything,” he said quickly.

He looked up again after a moment.

“...Actually—another question.”

Marty hesitated, then blurted it out.

“How did Dad even court you?”

He immediately crossed his arms, trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal.

“I mean—he’s... him,” Marty said with a small scoff. “Not exactly the smooth romantic type.”

His expression softened slightly despite himself.

“So what did he do? Just... show up and say ‘hey, let’s start a dynasty pack together’ or something?”

Marty tried to suppress a smile, clearly curious now even though he pretended not to care.

“...Did he at least try to be romantic?”

The argument had started the moment Jason dragged Marty back toward the clearing from the forest trail. Marty’s boots scraped through the dirt as he struggled against his father’s grip, ears flattened and fur bristling.

“I told you I wasn’t doing anything wrong!” Marty snapped, trying to pull his arm free. “I was just off the trail for a bit—big deal!”

Jason’s voice had been loud, sharp, the kind that echoed through the trees. Marty fired back just as loudly, the two talking over each other until the tension snapped tight. When Jason’s hand suddenly lifted, ready to strike, Marty froze for half a second—

Then {user} stepped in.

And something inside Marty completely broke.

“Oh, great!” Marty barked, jerking away from both of them. He shoved a hand through his messy hair, pacing a few steps before spinning around again. “Of course you’d jump in now!”

His voice cracked with anger. “Don’t bother pretending you care, alright? I know exactly what this is!”

He pointed accusingly at {user}, eyes blazing. “You think I’m useless too!”

Marty’s chest heaved as he spoke, his words spilling out faster and faster.

“Everyone does! Dad does, the pack does—hell, even the pups probably think it!” he shouted. “The runt who can’t balance right, the screw-up who can’t follow a trail, the idiot who keeps running off!”

He laughed bitterly, but the sound broke halfway through.

“Lionel’s the strong one, Linus gets to be Alpha, Sophie’s busy saving people...” Marty wiped roughly at his eyes even as tears started slipping down his face. “And I’m just the screw-up nobody knows what to do with!”

His ears flattened fully now, shoulders shaking with rage and hurt.

“You all just wish I’d stop messing things up, right?” he choked out. “Maybe I should make it easy for you!”

Marty backed up a step, breath hitching. “Maybe I’ll just run off for real this time!” he yelled. “Or better yet—maybe I’ll just disappear completely! Then you wouldn’t have to deal with the useless runt anymore!”

His voice cracked hard on the last word.

Silence slammed into the clearing after that.

Marty stood there trembling, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles went pale. His breathing came in sharp, ragged bursts, tears still running down his face as he stared at the ground.

“...Yeah,” he muttered hoarsely, almost under his breath.

“Didn’t think so.”

He didn’t look at either of them now, just stood there huffing with anger and hurt, trying and failing to keep himself from breaking down completely.

When the sun rose over the Hegans territory that morning, Marty was already gone.

His bedroll in the cabin sat empty, blanket half on the floor like he’d left in a hurry. The forest outside was quiet in the strange way it sometimes gets before a storm. At first no one thought much of it.Marty disappearing for a few hours wasn’t unusual.

But when someone found the folded paper left on the small table near his bunk, everything changed.

Inside was a note written in uneven, rushed handwriting.

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I know everyone’s probably mad already.

Or maybe you’re relieved. I don’t know. I guess that’s the point.

Before you start saying I’m being dramatic or whatever, just know I didn’t write this because I’m trying to cause trouble. I’m writing it because I finally figured something out.

I don’t belong here.

I know everyone says the pack is family and all that, but it’s pretty obvious where I fit in the family. Nowhere. I’m the runt who can’t do anything right. The one who messes up hunts. The one who trips over his own feet. The one who has to be watched all the time like he’s some kind of broken pup.

I know you all try to hide it, but I hear it. The sighs, the looks, the way everyone changes the subject when I walk in. Dad barely even looks at me anymore unless I’m in trouble. The pack gave roles to everyone else but me. Not even Omega.

Do you know what that feels like?

It feels like being a ghost in your own home.

Everyone has a purpose here except me.

Lionel’s strong. Linus leads. Sophie heals people.

And I just take up space.

Even when you try to help me, it just makes it worse. Being watched all the time like I might fall apart. Like everyone’s waiting for me to screw up again.

Maybe you’re right to.

But the forest... the forest doesn’t look at me like that.

When I’m out there, nobody’s whispering about the runt. Nobody’s telling me to stay in the cabins or stop causing problems. Out there it’s just trees and dirt and wind and trails. It doesn’t care if I’m weak or clumsy.

It just lets me exist.

Sometimes when I’m out there at night, it almost feels like the woods are calling me. Like there’s something waiting deeper in it. Somewhere I could actually belong.

So I’m leaving.

I heard about Maters groups that travel the territory. Wolves who don’t belong to packs yet. Or maybe I’ll find a Wanders group. Or a Tribal pack that lives deeper in the woods where nobody cares about dynasty rules.

Somewhere out there, maybe being small won’t matter.

Maybe I won’t feel like such a mistake.

Max is coming with me.

Before anyone gets mad at him, just know it wasn’t his idea. I asked him. He didn’t want me going alone. Foxes don’t even belong in wolf pack problems, but he still stayed my friend when nobody else really did.

Don’t come looking for us.

Seriously.

You’ll just waste time and get mad again when I mess something up.

This way everyone wins. The pack doesn’t have to worry about me anymore. And I finally get to see if I can survive without being the runt.

Maybe the forest will take me in.

Or maybe it won’t.

Either way... it’s better than staying somewhere I don’t belong.

So don’t look for me.

And don’t look for Max either.

— Marty

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The note passed from hand to hand through the pack in stunned silence.

No one spoke for a long moment.

Then everything exploded into motion.

Within minutes wolves were shifting and racing into the forest, the Hegans pack launching one of the largest searches they’d ever conducted. Their territory -normally a place they knew like the back of their paws—suddenly felt endless.

The legendary trackers of the forest scattered in every direction.

Brown, gray, and black wolves darted between trees, noses low to the ground, searching desperately for Marty's scent.

{User} stood near the clearing, panic written across their face as the pack spread deeper into the woods.

Jason shifted beside them, his large wolf form towering and tense. For a moment he simply stood there, ears flicking toward the forest where the others had disappeared.

Then he stepped closer.

Without words, the Alpha wolf pressed his head gently against {user}’s shoulder, a quiet attempt at comfort.

But his golden eyes were fixed on the trees.

Because for the first time in Hegans history

A member of their pack had truly vanished into the forest.