The Lone Wolf BoyxBoy

Chapter 1 Re-Written

Donovan as Richard Deiss

The Lone Wolf-
Chapter 1- Re-made

"Go gather the pups, they're outside playing." My father grunts.

I can't help but laugh. Seriously though, really? Come on you're a werewolf yeah but why grunt?

"Yes sir." Was my response after a good five minutes of pure laughter. I really shouldn't have laughed.

Walking out the kitchen my old man hits me square on the face; right in the left eye. I resist the urge to fight back. Why? Simply because he's family. Regardless of the things he does to me, what everyone does to me, they're still family. That's the price I pay for being an omega of a pack.

"Watch yourself." He glares and kicks me down onto the floor. He seemed to have gotten bored after the next three kicks to my stomach. I wait until I hear a door and I get up. Nothing broken, nothing bruised, I'm good.

Walking out I see the pups running around and playing tag. I groan, "alright pups, off to school!" I yell. They all freeze and turn to me then it begins. They start scrunching up their faces and physically cringing.

"Ew!! He talked to us!" Jake screams.

"Yup so if you don't hurry your asses to school, I'm gonna touch you!" I fake running to them and they all scream and start running to the bus that takes them to their elementary school. Alright that's done.

I look down at my watch and sigh. I'll be late for school.

Right when I'm about to leave, someone has to stop me. "Omega!"

I turn around and nod to tell the luna to go on. "That is no way to greet the luna of your pack!" She glares.

"Sorry Luna. What do you need?" I fake being interested.

She huffs, "nevermind, I'll get someone else to do it, as for you, you'll be punished." My father comes out from inside the house and I roll my eyes. Here it goes again.

"Donovan you fucking mutt!" He grabs me by the back of my neck and drags me back into the house. Once in the pack living room he throws me to the ground and starts kicking the shit out of me.

He's family. He's family.

Donovan, fight back. You don't deserve this kind of life. My wolf calmly tells me. I ignore him.

It's my father's fault I'm an omega. No one knows how hard I trained for the ranking test every werewolf waits for once they come of age. It's tradition and it happens to every werewolf that shifts at 16. They are trained from very young ages and once the time comes to shift, after, they are given the test. I was never trained with the rest of them. Since birth I was already given the title of an omega and I realised that too late.

I began training at the age of eight and one day I was caught. My father beat the shit out of me, I was put into the pack hospital for a few hours until they didn't want me in there anymore. I was transferred to my room with no medication or anything of the sort. I was made to heal by myself and it took a hell of a long time since I didn't yet shift so healing was at the speed of a human. That didn't stop me though, nothing would.

At the age of 12 I had shifted. It had caught me completely off guard. I didn't know what to do and I definitely couldn't go to my father. I had to bite down on a leather book I was given to keep the sounds to a minimum. My bones cracked and my skin tore to make way for the fur and after five hours I was completely transformed. That's when my wolf finally spoke to me.

By my 16th birthday my father locked me up in a fridge knowing I had to "shift" since it was my time. No one saw me shift but assumed I had. Either way I only had one thing in mind, the test. The alpha was actually going to give me a chance. He didn't know about my training, no one but my father knew. An hour before I had to take the test my father took me to the cellar and looked me up in that same old fridge for the day. I tried my hardest to get out. Screamed, and hit it to get it open. Who knew he had chained it closed.