The Pack House

Charlie's POV

A/N: Beginning from when they were separated. Comment & Vote!

"Look who's back."

I had pressed myself in the corner of the cabin, holding my knees desperately, gulping down breathes to stay grounded. But when I heard Caleb speak my eyes inched open. He looked older--it had been a few years. His hair was wet--he must have been bathing in the stream.

No one else was in here. "Caleb." I gasped.

"Charlie." He replied coolly.

It didn't take long to realize he had an attitude. And despite the stress level, I rolled my eyes. "What's up your ass?"

"Half the goddamn Pack most nights." He barked. "But you got out--how the fuck did you wind up back here?"

The tickle in my chest revved up and I began to cough until the rusty taste of blood filled my mouth. "Oh great. You're here to get us all sick?"

"Fuck of Caleb." I wheezed.

"It's great to see you too Charlie."

He went to the cot in the corner and sat on it, pulling on very worn socks. "You're lucky Raven's out hunting right now. When he gets back..."

"I know." My fear was obvious. I hadn't stopped shaking at the mere possibility. "He's going to kill me..."

"He sold you," argued Caleb. "Although you were supposed to come back after Arrow washed his hands of Red."

"I couldn't. I begged him to keep me." Admitting it was shameful. But bring used a toy at the Pack House was a million times better than here.

"Raven wasn't exactly happy to give his favorite slut away. I'm sure he'll treat you pretty decently at first."

At first. Raped and humiliated wasn't as bad as Raven could make it. Raven's best days were equal to Red's worse. I had grown soft in the presence of friends and safety. Now I was even more vulnerable than ever! Outside the door I could hear Pax bragging about catching me--as if I hadn't stupidly walked right back.

How could I have forgotten? True, the Pack name I had learned after I left but from all the abuse and violence I should have committed to memory forever. Now...I was right back in Hell's hold. "Everyone's drying off by the fire." Caleb explained briefly. "You should come out. They left some wolf hocks over there if you're hungry?"

My stomach turned in both revulsion and hunger. I remembered all too well the scrabble for food. It was the only way for survival. Finding bits of meat stuck on bones to keep yourself alive was a way of life. And for Caleb to willing to share meant a lot. Before I left we had been friends. We had each other's backs.  It when it came to food it was every omega for itself.

"There's safety in numbers," he added with a small smile.

It had been a running joke--as if there was any safety here at all. But together we could at least pretend to keep each other safe. "Alright," I whispered.

Caleb helped me to my feet and grunted. "Jesus--you haven't missed too many meals have you?"

My body compared to his malnourished one stood out. I felt my face grow a bit warm. "Yeah... Red kept us pretty well fed."

"Must be nice." Caleb mumbled. "C'mon."

The door squealed open and we stepped onto the muddied ground. The Warriors spent most of their time fighting amongst themselves, drinking, or torturing their 'sluts'. Few had their own, the rest of us were just common items to be taken and used before returned for someone else's enjoyment. I kept my eyes down, trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible.