Raid's pov

I was currently in the kitchen with the other omegas cooking food for the other people in the pack. What sucks about that is I'm the only boy. I'm not like my brother who is the beta in the pack. His best friend Hellson, is the alpha of the pack. After finishing the cooking, I headed to the laundry room. I sigh in frustration, as I clean the packs clothes. A short, kinda chubby woman walks in. I smile to her, her names Jessica. But she is like my mom, which my real one abandoned me. She hugs me, "How's it going, Raid?" I shrug. I haven't really talked since the... incident. I smile a little, "Darling..you should talk a little. It's not gonna hurt you." I nod a little. "At least come help me hang these up." She says and smiles, she grabs the basket of clothes I did and we went outside to hang them up. We walk to the clothesline to start hanging the clothes. As we were doing that, I hear some of the warriors running to the house. They looked really nervous, 'Alpha we have rogues coming!' They said through the packs mind. I look at Jessica and her eyes widen. "We need to get ins-" She screamed as she got attacked by a rogue. My eyes widen and I turn to run but I fall. Another wolf comes running over to me. I was
trying to crawl backwards facing the wolf with my eyes widen. No.No.no.no.no. This is not happening. I turn into my small and scrawny black and brown wolf. I was shaking, the wolf now was on top of me growling. All of a sudden the wolf was tackled off of me. I turn and look it was my alpha's wolf. He was attacking the rogue, I look over towards Jessica who was motionless and was really, really, torn up. To the part where her limbs were gone. My eyes widen and start tearing up. J-Jessica....m-mom. I get up and I run inside. Fuck! I run into my brother falling backward. "Move fag!" I start to cry harder and I run into my bedroom. Why! Why did this happen to me? I cry harder and I change into a huge T-shirt and black short-shorts. I rub my eyes wiping away the tears and I sigh looking in the mirror. You could see old cutting scars on me and bruises. I had newer cuts, I was scrawny, but not to much that made people sick to look at me. I sigh as I look at my messy hair. I walk to my bed, as I listen to howls and growling out of my windows. Remembering one thing that I was told everyday, 'You are never going to find a mate.' My dad used to tell me that everyday. Thinking about all the times he has told me that makes me grow tired, my eyelids finally become heavy. I close my eyes, falling into a friend that I call sleep.

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