Omega?

Waking up | 1

I am Rune. But nobody calls me that anymore in the shaded moon pack. I am 'Runt,' or 'Filthy,' or 'Dumb Omega,' thanks. I am slaved, abused, and broken. I have a voice but if I use it, I am talking back.
I hear stomping on the steps, and am awoken by a heavy greeting of dust on my face, and well, all over me. I sleep in the room under the steps for this purpose of waking. Also because this room was not finished, but stopped because the builders quit. The room is not insulated, has no lighting besides the small window on the door, and I sleep on the hard cold concrete flooring.
I rub my eyes, getting dust in them but I am used to that by now. I get up and stretch my back. It must be 6:00 AM, or I would not be allowed making a single peep, or an amazing awakening yet. I sit up and go towards the other side of the room near the door.
I have a beat up dresser with three drawers and a shelf, to which has various worn books I found in the trash. I open the top drawer. It has 3 shirts and one zipper sweater. I open the bottom drawer first and look at my 4 pairs of socks, 6 pairs of underwear, and a bra. None of the underwear pairs fit quite right except for one, which I was wearing. The socks didn't fit at all, so they just collected dust. I picked out a different pair of underwear and the other bra. It didn't fit the best, but it would work.
I open up the middle drawer and look at my pathetic pair of dark jeans, pair of black leggings, and patch covered stained blue leggings. I grab the ugly stained blue leggings. I go back to the top one and look at the shirts again, deciding carefully. There is a beautiful light blue blouse, definitely not, an off white shirt sleeved top with a black zip up sweater under it no way, and a patched green shirt stained with red blood. That will do. If it gets stained the same way again I don't have to try to clean it.
I change out of my dust covered, comfortable sweatpants and hoodie. Then I carefully fold them up and put them on the dresser, to covertly wash them later. I look under the dresser and slide out the box under it, accidentally dragging my sage green backpack with it. I slide that back under and open the box. It is two small pictures.
Me with my mom, dad, and brother who is 4 years older than me and now the new Alpha, standing and smiling together. We all wore beautiful formal clothes, me wearing a grey suit. It was their wedding. My mom had beautiful strawberry blonde hair with a flower crown in it. My dad has almost black but not quite hair, and my brother had brunette spiky hair. I have the same strawberry blond hair. I was wearing a daisy on my ear. I also had a pink tulip on the other side. We were all smiling and happy
The second was the same picture, but a different time and form. We were all in shift, sitting together. My dad was a sleek, dark grey timber wolf. He had big muscles and glowing blue eyes. My mom was a strawberry blond colored muscled wolf, but she was much shorter with glowing yellow eyes. I was in my red and peach coated wolf with no muscles, I was short and sort of skinny. I had one blue eye, and one yellow. And then my brother, a sleek brown wolf with blue eyes.
I smile, and wipe away a tear, closing the box and sliding it back under. I look at myself in the small mirror I have, and straighten my hair up some. I love my eyes. They remind me of both mom and dad.

(Edit: I know the shirt is different, and the edited photo is awful but I didn't sleep much so I'm tired just hush. Also imagine bruises scars and cuts because Picsart did not work with it. Also also also imagine a 14 yr old skinny look. Again so sorry!)

I sigh and turn around, and swing open the door which is no longer unlocked. I walk into the pack house hallway, hardwood floors await my cold bare feet, which is a step up from concrete.