Noble and Proud

Chapter 2

This day has been pushing me past my limit since my eyes opened this morning in my small twin sized bed. It turns out that the pups replaced the springs in my mattress for frozen fruits and vegetables, so now I was soaked, my body hurt and I was angry.

I'm not the Omega in my pack. I was actually born to be an enforcer, fighting beside our alpha and out in the woods ensuring that no other packs or rogues were breaching our borders. But no one in this house seemed to trust me to patrol for scents.

My pack has been in McGregor, Minnesota for a very long time. I've eavesdropped on stories saying that our founder was born here, so he decided to be the roots of our strong pack. Well, it used to be strong.

My parents were the Alphas of our pack six years ago, and my old friend Porter was only eleven then. My father never got a chance to pass down maturity to Porter, so lots of the things in our house remain untouched.

It's usually me who picked up the pieces after something went wrong.  

Actually, it's usually me who causes the wrong anyways.

It's close to dinner time now, and all of my pack has left to go out and celebrate a pup turning twelve. All of them except for me, really.

They all forgot to mention that the fridge is empty and that the hot water tank is getting fixed tomorrow, not today. I can't even take a nice cold shower, though, because I narrowly missed dying my hair pink with my shampoo yesterday, while I still cannot find the place where all of the real shampoo went.

I slump down on the living room couch after searching the entire house for a bottle of pure soap.

I lay down on my stomach and scream into the cushion, only to smell the scent of Lewis and Mercedes, the house skank, mixed together where my face lays.

"That's disgusting!" I scramble to my feet and shake off the smell of teen wolves, "That's it!" I scream to the ceiling of the room.

I stomp up towards my small room and grab a large black duffel bag, tossing everything I own into it. I walk down the two sets of stairs and open the back door of the house and walk out. I make sure to slam the door behind me before I make my way out to the forest and run on my two feet to the small pond a few yards away from the house.

My anger dissipates when I get there and see a back facing me. Someone is sitting on the ground with their feet in the warm water.

"H-hello?" I ask, mad that my voice is shaky.

The man turns around, and I catch the blue eyes of my once best friend, Porter. His eyes darken when he sees me, "What do you want?"
"Why are you out here all alone?"
He stands up slowly, "Alec has control of everyone today, if that's why you care." His voice is snarling at me.
I take a step back, "I don't care about them."
"So you care about me?" His eyes darken again, and knowing from experience, I should go.
"A little, still." I shudder as a cold breeze blows against my skin.
He scoffs, "Come on Addie."
I take a deep breath, catching his attention, he throws up his hands, "What is it now?!"
"Y-you called me Addie."

His eyes widen as he realizes his mistake. No one has called me by that name since my parents were killed six years ago. He takes another step to me, then he makes up his mind and walks over and grabs my elbow, pulling me slightly.

I instantly feel a slight jump at the tingles that ran all the way up my arm.

"No. You? Of all people?!" Porter snaps his arm away from me and turns back to the pond. I can feel the annoyance at the new knowledge of us being mates.  We used to be best friends, but now we never talk, and when we do it's only for him to make fun of me.