Run Away With Me

Chapter 17: My Beta.

I find her where I thought she would be, sitting under a tree while staring at the pond in the park. I took a seat right above her, on one of the branches, but she's too engaged with her thoughts to notice me.

I feel the cold breeze ruffling my hair, sending shiver down both our spines. But she doesn't move out of the cold, only staring at the ripples the water make.

She must be sad that this one isn't frozen over.

"Beautiful sight, huh?" I ask. The scenery isn't beautiful, the trees are bald and everything looks grey. Maybe she finds it beautiful, but I don't. She turns her head, looking around the place, searching for the disembodied voice, but she doesn't look up. "Aren't you cold?"

Orla looks up, narrowing her eyes when she notices me. She stands up, dusts her pants and starts walking away.

"Not even going to hear me out?" This makes her stop, turning to me. She dawns this bitch costume, crossing her arms and throwing her hip to the side, twisting her lips. I jump off the tree and land a few meters away from her. "I never did anything wrong."

I mean...

"I never hurt anybody, I never enticed anybody, I never broke a mate bond and I don't plan to. I never prostituted myself, I never took the role of the devil and I would never do those things that would put me in a deeper disadvantage than I already am in because of incorrect judgements."

She gives me a look. "You don't believe me." I conclude while she taps her leg. "You think that because I'm an Omega, all morality goes out the window?"

"Yes-"

"Who told you that? Have you ever met an Omega? Have you ever talked to one of them to derive such opinions?" She can't say anything. I laugh. "Do you think you're being fair?"

She glares at me.

"I have more reason to hate you than you have me." Her face softens, intrigued by what I have to say. "I'm sixteen years old, since the day I was born I was seen as a rock in a field of diamonds, an Invalid in the thousands of normal werewolves. I was kicked out because of such reasons. I've been on my own for six years, having teeth barred at me for something I can't control."

Orla's body trembles, but she remains speechless. It makes me mad.

"Do you think it's fair!?" I shout, making two people that litter the park glance my way. "Do you think I deserve to be treated this way because of how I was born as?" I stalk towards her, standing firm as I stare at her with steady eyes. "Answer me!"

She gulps. "Do you think my life is any fairer? Do you think I like being the way I am? Useless, anti-social and breaking connections before they are even made? My whole pack has been offed, I'm the only survivor, do you know how painful it is to not only see your family and friends die in front of you, but also your mate!?"

"Well, guess what, life isn't fair, you pitiful bitch," I grit through my teeth, "but one absolute truth is that you shouldn't bring other people down just because life has fucked you over."

Orla jerks forward, bumping into me before steadying herself. At first I thought she was going to attack me, but as she looks down to her arm with wide eyes, I follow her stare. An arrowhead is sticking out of her upper arm, something purple on its tip.

I look over Orla's shoulder, staring into the eyes of a gruff madman, a crossbow in hand. The few people around the place leave screaming, yelling something about calling the police, but not doing so themselves.

"Danger... werewolves..." I see his mouth move, forming these words.

I curse under my breaths, catching Orla in my arms when she collapses. I don't break eye contact with the hunter, looking to see what he would do next.