𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 |𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌|

1|Run

Bailey

I think I was finally in a stable place. Life was great, I was assigned to the packs daycare where I could watch and teach the pups. I loved children, watching their little minds control them to do whatever they please.

I moved out of my family house and lived on my own, sort of, I lived with my friend, Micah, but that was basically the same thing.

Though the daycare wasn't really the best for getting money and stuff like that, I still stayed because at least I was getting some form of payment.

"Today we're drawing our families, there are pencils and crayons on each desk, so go on." I told the pups who ran towards their respective desk, not without causing a bit of commotion, but they eventually made it.

"You may raise your hand if you need me." Immediately, a little girl raised her hand, and I rolled my eyes playfully before walking between the desks to get to her.

I bent down beside Riley and peeked over at her drawing, I knew her parents passed away, so the drawing of the woman on the paper must be her current guardian.

I smiled, picking her drawing up, "Who's this?"

"Auntie."

She's too cute, "Does Auntie have a name?" I asked her, and she nodded, then frowned.

"I can't spell it." She said and looked down at the desk.

"Don't worry, wanna hear a secret?" I asked. She bobbed her head, and I leaned down, "I can't spell to save my life." I whispered, and she smiled up at me brightly.

"Really?"

I nodded, taking her pencil up and pulled the paper to me, "I'll dot the letters so you can trace it, alright?"

"Okay."

"What's her name?"

"Angelina."

I smiled, bobbing my head as I dotted the letters for her. Once I was done, I held on to her desk for extra support. The bones are not as young as they used to be.

I was only 20, but my soul was at least 40. I can feel it.

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After daycare ended and all the respective guradians came to pick up their pups I was left with a room full of art supplies to clean up and I'm talking, pens, pencils, papers, markers, everything. I didn't mind, though. It gave me a little bit of time to myself before I had to go back home.

As much as I loved this pack, I didn't like being around the pack. I like people but don't like being around people, pups are different, they're cool.

My roommate is one of the only people that I could say I actually like and enjoy his presence. He didn't come off as pushy as the other pack members he was just very sassy and chill.

I wasn't saying the pack wasn't good, I was an omega the lowest of the lowest, and as such, we didn't have as many privileges as the betas and alphas. We were a small little pack buried deep within the wood, away from humans' eyes.

Our population was about 150 wolves in total, and just a tiny bit of 45 were omegas. Some of us were lucky to find mates, and some of us had to sit back and hope that an unmated Beta or Alpha was willing to take us and breed us just to keep us around.

Yeah, that was the life here. From what I learned in school, there were other packs all over, some big some small, but they were all scattered. We tried our best to avoid humans, and when we did come in contact with them when we went hunting or on a morning run, we hid in the bushes or ran the opposite way.