The Shadow Pack

Pack Life

Life in the Crescent Moon Pack is nothing but painful. Being a werewolf, a supernatural creature, sounds amazing in books and movies. But in reality, it can be just as sh!tty as it is living as a human, if not worse. It would be all rainbows and lollipops if my titleank was something like; Alpha, Beta or Gamma. Hell, just being a normal, ordinary, pack member would be better then I am. I'm the packs Omega, or one of them at least. Omega's are pretty much the packs slaves. We do all the chores of the pack, in exchange for food, clothes, protection and shelter. We don't go to school to get an education, we don't have breaks or weekends, and we never get time to socialize with others.

 We are plain and simply, the packs slaves.

The only hope we have of escaping this torturous fate, is finding our mates. Once we meet our mates, we will share their titleank and will no longer have to be an Omega. I Pray for the day I will meet my mate every night. I dream of the person who will save me from my cruel fate and rescue me from this nightmare that I am forced to live.

everyday, I push through mental and physical pain, just for the day I will meet my mate. it doesn't matter how I am treated by my fellow pack members, it doesn't matter what the others say to me or call me, because none of it matters. The only opinion that matters is my mates.

"Omega! Get here now!" I here Annabelle screech through the packs mind link. 

I race up from the first floor to the fifth floor to find Annabelle sitting at her vanity table.

"you called for me Ms. Winters'." I keep my head bowed and stay just outside of her rooms doorway. 11 years of being an Omega taught me the unspoken rules that every Omega is expected to follow.

Rule 1: treat every pack member with the utmost respect at all times.

Rule 2: Always bow your head down and display your neck to the superior wolves.

Rule 3: Never enter a room unless given permission.

Annabelle stalks over to me and I already know what is going to happen before it has. it's become somewhat of a routine for us over the years. 

I'm nocked to the ground with a painful and throbbing sting on my right cheek.

Rule 4: Never fight or talk back to a superior.

"What the hell took you so long!" she spits at me, but I don't dare to make up an excuse or move from my spot on the ground.

"My apologies Ms. Winters" there's an enraged growl from Annabelle and she kicks me harshly in the ribs on my right side. The kick sends me skidding down the hallway by about a meter. I force my mouth to remain closed and not make any move that might irritate the mad she-wolf.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me 'Luna Annabelle', you fuking i***t!" I slowly get up so that I am now kneeling on the ground, facing Annabelle.

"My apologies Ms. Winters' but Alpha had forbidden anyone to be called Luna unless they are the mate of the current or future Alpha." Annabelle stalks towards me once again. I braise myself for the pain she is about inflict again.

Annabelle swiftly kicks me again and I sent tumbling down the hall yet again. This time my body crashes into the wall, making the bones in my body shake.

"I am Kayden's' mate! You and everyone else will see tomorrow during Tylor and I's party!' I slowly push myself up from the ground, with trembling arms.

"Yes Ms. Winters."

"Hurry up and pick an outfit for me to wear today!" I waste no time in getting up off the ground and limp to her room. She's definitely broken a few bones, but I am used to it by now. 

As I enter Annabelle's room, I cant help but envy her. From the large Queen sized bed with half a dozen pillows piled on top of it and a warm, heavy blanket that decorates it. To the never ending closet that lines the entire left wall of her room and all the treasures hidden inside.

Every piece of clothing was beautiful. The different colours, styles and textures. Being around Annabelle is both the worst and best part of my day.

The weather today is clear and sunny, meaning that its the perfect weather for a dress.

Annabelle a great body and she loves to show it off. Where as I have a sickly skinny appearance and prefer to cover up most of  my body. So our styles are complete opposites. 

I look around her massive closet and find the perfect dress for her to wear. I carefully grab the dress out of her closet and present it to her. She raises her eyebrows at the dress with a look of disgust on her face.

"You expect me to e=wear that?"

"Do you wish for me to find something else Ms. Winters?"

"Don't bother, I'll do it myself. Go and get me a glass of water mutt." I carefully lay the dress on her bed then bow to Annabelle, "As you wish Ms. Winters." 

Rule 5: You must do any task a superior asks you to do.

I race out of Annabelle's room, down the five flights of stairs and to the kitchen. I get the glass of water for Annabelle and race out of the kitchen, back up the five flights of stairs and wait outside of Annabelle's room. 

Annabelle saunters out of her room, wearing the light blue dress I had chosen earlier, a face covered in make-up and tall, nude heels. She snatches the glass from my hands and slowly drinks the water. She doesn't bother handing me back the glass after she finishes the water, instead, dropping it randomly out of her hand; not caring if the glass breaks or not.

Thankfully I caught the glass before it could hit the ground, I turn around and watch Annabelle get into the buildings elevator with envy.

Rule 6: Omegas are not permitted to use the Pack Houses elevator or vehicles.

I turn towards the stairs and head slowly start heading back down, being mindful of my body. I contemplate visiting the pack doctor about my injuries but decide against it. 

I have to much work to do, I'll see the doctor before I go to sleep."