Wolf Spirit

2 • Life continues •

I sat up gasping; what was that dream? Was that from my past, was I finally remembering something from my non-existent memories of my family? "Wow." I muttered to myself, "Thirteen years I've been here not knowing a thing about myself or my purpose in life and I have a dream like that - it felt so real."

While wondering to myself what that dream could possibly have meant I snapped my head up, realising that I had to get up and cook breakfast for everyone in the pack house. This was one of the may jobs I'd been burdened with upon my arrival.

I wouldn't wish for anyone to live like me in this hellhole, not knowing if any of their family are alive. I haven't a single clue who they are or where they are. My whole life to put it straight, is a complete and utter mystery. Although, I suppose that's what you get for being an omega. Well actually I don't even know what rank I am - no one knows - so they just made me an omega because I quote; I am "Just a waste of space." Fortunately for me they can't kick me out, but I'd love to leave if I could.

My one wish in life is to know who I am. You see, when I was four I woke up inside this pack house without the slightest idea of how I got here. Much to their disappointment, they were stuck with me. This was strike one on their list of why they didn't want me. Then, automatically me having no history or family lead to strike two. Then finally strike three, because I was abandoned. This supposedly to them said I was worthless - resulting in my status as an omega.

I never got to enjoy my childhood, all I ever did was clean for them. This was at the age of four. When I was eight I was doing their laundry and all the housework. Since I was ten, I've had to do everything from emptying the bins to making the dinner which I quite frequently want to throw in their faces. All the complaining I get is totally unnecessary; without me they wouldn't be able to do anything. The only thing I am grateful for is the roof over my head, the clothes and the food. Thankfully, I am allowed to go to school. Otherwise, I'm sure I would be mentally insane without the distraction of school work and friends. Yes, I do have friends believe me or not, which I am eternally thankful for. They always listen to me, make me laugh and make rude comments about them behind their backs, they are my backbone.

My door suddenly slammed open with such force it made a dent in the wall. "Great." I muttered under my breath, "Another thing for me to sort out."

Wait, what am I doing worrying about the wall? Someone's at the door, and they probably want to murder me with their anger.

I slowly looked up through my hair, it was one of the 'Queen Bees' or the 'Blonde brigade' as I had nicknamed them. They earnt this from their trademark bleached hair and are always done up like they're going clubbing, with their miniskirts and tight fitting, too revealing tops. I raise my eyebrows at her in amusement but she can't see my expression because my hair is covering my face. "Get up already, you fat pig, we all want our breakfast!" she sneered unattractively, I snickered replying "Don't sneer blondie it's unattractive and your face might get stuck like it." She snorted like a pig and turned, flicking her hair behind her before walking off down the hallway. Did I mention she looked like she'd bathed in fake tan and it had stained her skin? "She really doesn't realise how stupid she looks." I whispered to myself, before I slid out of my uncomfortable bed. "Life has to continue I suppose" I sighed, thinking of the day ahead.