I sighed as water splashed onto me once again. I flinched and stared down at the puddle the blue van had just gone through. I hugged my knees tighter to my chest as I sat at the curb. I shook my head to clear my hair from some of the water that covered it but it made no difference as the heavy down pour continued. I let out a shaky sigh and stared at my reflection in the puddle once again.

My reflection was blurry because my glasses were soaked but I could still make out my face perfectly since it stood out so much. I recognized my small, thin heart shaped face almost instantly from when I'd see it in the reflection of store windows. My face did not fit the description of a fully grown werewolf. I looked more like I was 12 or 13 years old when I was actually 19. My brown round glasses barely fit on my head and they had left all kinds of marks. The bridge of my small button nose was red and throbbing where the glasses sat on it. My brown, dirt covered hair came down to my shoulders and it was indented from the glasses squeezing my head so tightly since they were so small. I wore a long grey battered scarf. Even in the summer I'd wear this just so nobody would take it and because it's the first thing my alpha gave to me when I was younger. I reached up one of my thin pale hands and moved my hair from my face. My skin was pale from not eating/drinking much but I didn't mind. I could never really look at myself ever. My purple eyes stared back at me past the dirt covered lenses. They looked almost as dull as if I was dead but I didn't complain. I was happy to have eyes in the first place.

I've seen what my alpha has done before and one of the aftermaths was a man walking through the streets with his eyes ripped out and blood dripping down his face.

I shivered just at the reminder of the memory and my bones creaked at the small movement. I opened my mouth to see inside of it and my white teeth almost matched my skin. I usually used a thrown out toothbrush to brush my teeth and whatever I can find. I'd usually find small bags of mayonnaise or mustard and I'd use those things to brush my teeth. It tasted bad and usually made me throw up but it got the job done. I checked my tongue and sighed when I saw the cuts. The cuts burned whenever I'd eat something but I didn't mind. I'd gotten used to the feeling. I rubbed my cheek and flinched when I felt my cheek bones popping out. My cheek bones were jutting out of my face and it made me stand out even more.

Although the thing that brought attention to me mainly was the collar on my neck. The tight black collar with a fake gold lock on it. I was the only one with the key and so I was the only one that could take it off me. All omegas were required to wear the collar. If it's not worn then there was a chance of us being raped and marked by some random alpha, against our wills of course. Omegas usually only wear it during heat but I wear it all the time since my pack isn't very restraining. I'd almost been bitten a couple of times but they just bit into the collar and would give up when it wasn't possible. The collar was also unbreakable so it made me happier to have it.

I looked like a walking skeleton since my face was so thin and so was I. I was barely any meat. I was very thin and it looked like I just had skin on top of bones. I was usually beaten for looking like this. I didn't think it made sense but I never questioned it. My clothes were tattered and ripped. They were all covered in dirt and even burnt in some place. I had a small blanket on me too. It carried it around everywhere or else it might get stolen.

I got up slowly on weak legs and hugged the blanket around my small body. The blanket was thin and also ripped/burned but I didn't mind. It found it on the street and took it for myself. I walked down the street and towards the 'bad part' of the city. I walked past homeless people, strip clubs, prostitutes and abandoned buildings. Every time I walked past, someone would either throw something at me or kick me. I kept my head down as I walked, basically bowing to everyone.

I walked along the broken sidewalk until I reached the dirt road. Now I was able to lift my head without being yelled at. Now I was skipping happily. I walked up to the abandoned apartment building and smiled up at it. It was black and covered with vines. Half of it had fallen and it was crumbling now on the other side. I pushed past the broken doors and looked around the empty hall way. I stopped and was confused when I didn't hear the usual screaming. I shrugged slightly and made a right, walking down the hall again.

The walls were pale and the paint was pealing. Most of the doors were gone for each room and some of the rooms had even caved in, becoming filled with crumpled concrete. Inside the rooms usually were prostitutes having sex with random old men or children sex slaves getting fucked by old men. Most of the time those children ended up dead. They'd usually be killed by the people that they'd be with so that person didn't feel guilty. The prostitutes wouldn't die most of the time though. If Alpha was their pimp then they were taken care of. Others died.

I walked into my apartment and looked around. The damaged brown table was broken again and my small thin black office chair laid on the ground. I walked slowly to the chair and lifted it up. In this apartment I had no water, rats ran all over the place without a fear and the walls were so thin I could hear everything going on next door. Including squelching and other things similar. It was alright though. I was the only one that lived in this building. Everyone just came and went. I didn't have a bed, electricity, food and my windows were all boarded up. I didn't even have a door. I never complained of course.

My alpha was paying for me to stay here and he paid me every week so I could eat. He'd give me $20 a week so that I could live off of that. Unfortunately I'd have to give him $5 every time I wanted to take a shower so I only showered twice a week at the castle/pack house. Most of the time I'd try to use the lake or even the ocean that was so close by but the lake was frozen during the winter and the ocean was really cold. It was so cold that I had almost died from it if I hadn't found a homeless persons fire in a barrel.

I walked to the kitchen part of my apartment and looked around. I opened one of the cupboards and jumped back when I saw a rat, the size of my hand, right in front of me. It stared at me as if saying 'whatcha gonna do?' So I just slowly closed the cupboard door and turned away without a word.

I know what most people are thinking; 'since you're a werewolf why don't you just hunt and drink from the lake?' Well the answer was simple. I couldn't hunt. As an omega I was the size of a regular wolf which was small in the werewolf world. Not all of us (omegas) were this small but I was for some reason. I was also thin, almost furless, full of scars and bruises and I had a couple of bones that hadn't healed properly from old injuries. Because of this list of disasters in my life, my wolf had never come forward. My wolf would only come forward to help me get through the beatings and raping but he never did much. I also couldn't hunt because, as embarrassing as it was, I would get attacked by the prey. I'd try'd to hunt a rabbit but it could tell how inexperienced and weak I was, so it attacked me. Surprisingly, it had broken one of my paws. I had also tried to hunt some of the rats in my apartment but they would fight back in larger groups than before so I never had a chance. I couldn't hunt birds because, again, I was a wolf so I couldn't fly. I couldn't drink from the lake because it was dangerous. As soon as I go near the lake usually a pack member will jump out and attack me. They don't want me around visiting humans because they say humans would be disgusted by my appearance. I could never go to the lake unless it was really dark and the moon wasn't up. I'd usually use that time to drink water than bathe myself.

I walked towards the living room and frowned when I heard banging coming from the next room, followed by a child's scream. I sighed as the screams abruptly stopped. A child was now dead. I walked to my chair and sat on it, curling up. I could fit my whole body on the small chair. I hugged the blanket around myself tightly and closed my eyes slowly. I was trying to fall asleep now although the sun shown through the small cracks on the wood. I opened my eyes and looked to the 'windows'. I slowly got up from my chair and walked to the wood. I moved it slowly and looked outside as the sun started to show through the grey rain clouds.

For some reason the weather almost always matched my mood. Whenever I was being raped or beaten, the sky would be dark with clouds. Whenever I was mad, the sky would storm. When I was happy, the sky would shine clearly. When I was sad it would rain. Of course this didn't always happen. Sometimes it's just randomly start storming or raining or it'd be clear.

I moved the wood back into place and turned to walk back to my chair but a sound at the entrance made me turn over. I looked towards the door and saw an old man carrying 2 dead 7 year olds. The kids were bleeding from the mouth and their eyes looked lifeless and dull. I turned away fast as the sound of doors slamming came from down the hall. The building shook and I heard some parts crumble in the other room. I let out a sad sigh and looked down at my hands. I instantly started stick out my fingers. I didn't know how to count but I've seen people do this before when asking prostitutes how much they charged. I learned that it was counting. I would listen in and learn how to count from them.

100...

200...

300...

On the last number, I could hear crumbling coming from the next room. It was followed by a female and male screaming then all was silent throughout the building. I stood there in the dead defying silence as I listened for any other sounds; a hint of movement. Nothing came from the room or anywhere else in the building. It seems like everyone had left once hearing the place crumple.

I got back onto my chair and slowly closed my eyes. I was slowly starting to doze off till I heard a loud bang. I jumped up and looked to the entrance of my apartment. I sighed softly when I saw who it was. My alpha. I looked down fast in respect as my alpha walked to me. Once he had started to walk behind me someone more dangerous showed up behind him. The alphas son.