Beware Of The Dog

Chapter One: Electricity

Avon flinched as she heard the vibration of her alarm, quickly putting her hand over her phone and shutting it off. It was far too early for the rest of the pack to be awake, and she was too afraid to wake someone up with her alarm. It was a couple of hours before it was ready for their breakfast, so she quickly made her way out of bed.

Glancing outside of the window, she rubbed her eyes as she stood. It was still dark. Good. Footsteps quietly echoing through the basement, Avon immediately stripped as she stepped into her shower. It was cramped, and hot water never ran through the shower, but she was content with what she had. Hurrying out with a towel through her hair, she grabbed cheap underwear and threw it on with her uniform. A sweater over a plain button-up shirt, and a black skirt. Avon finished her uniform with a yellow tie, and quickly made her way upstairs.

The pack was fairly large. It took her and her best friend, Mica, to cook enough for the whole pack. Mica was the only other omega in the pack (that didn't yet run away), and was incredibly beautiful. He had platinum blonde hair with grey eyes that shone with defiance and incredible bravery. He looked like an angel. Mica always fought for what he wanted, but even he could not stand against Tristan, the pack leader.

Avon always showed up earlier than Mica, who always sleeps in. She began starting the oven and placing pans on the stove. Beginning to make a copious amount of eggs and toast, she heard a flurry of quiet footsteps behind her.

"Sorry I'm late, Avie!" Mica panted, completely bandaged. Avon glanced at him with her expressionless face, and continued back to cooking. "These bandages took forever to put on." Mica whined, grabbing an apron and slipping it on. He then walked over to Avon, before widening his unbandaged eye and held her by the face. Flinching at his touch, Avon tried to slip away from his grasp.

"Avie! Why don't you treat your wounds? Gosh, you're going to scar!" He scolded, rubbing a finger over a bruise covering her cheek. Frowning, she pulled her head away and continued to cook. A dejected sigh escaped Mica's lips as he grabbed a pan and began to help her. "This isn't good for you." He complained. He never minded how quiet Avon is - after all, she has been going through hell as of recently. There's only so much Mica could do to protect her, but he tries his damndest.

By the time everyone was awake, the table was set, and the food was ready. The sun had already risen by that time, the two omegas already making their way to school. To omegas, avoiding the entire pack when possible is an essential skill for survival. Yet, all of the teachers are members of the pack, and still follow the pack leader. Avon walked alongside Mica as he linked arms with her, making sure that she didn't trip on the walk there.

"I don't know why everyone drives to school when it's a short walk!" Mica complained, leaning on Avon. "A twenty-five minute walk isn't even that long!" Too distracted to even listen, Avon was watching a butterfly pass in front of the two. She didn't even want to think about school in general. She isn't that smart and her grades are low, and she faces constant harassment in school. She can't even eat lunch with Mica, because she is too busy bandaging herself or studying. The harassment from both her packmates and her teacher was absolute hell to go through.

Making their way through the school, they made their way towards Avon's first class. Mica always spent time with her before he had to leave for class, because he wouldn't be able to see her until school was over. "I wish I didn't have the complete opposite of your schedule." He spoke mindlessly, taking a leaf out of her hair. Avon looked at him and touched her cheek, wishing the same. It wouldn't be as hard dealing with the other pack members if he was also there with her, yet he was suspended for getting in a fight over her. The school wouldn't allow him to share a class with her after that, and it makes Avon reluctant to talk to him about her ongoing issues.

The bell rung, Mica leaving Avon with a sad, yet reassuring smile. The class began to slowly fill with more and more students, Avon writing meticulously in her notebook. Math was her least favorite subject.

It didn't take long for the other pack members to harass her. As students began to sit around her, they kicked her desk, slapped the back of her head, spat in her notebook, and threw wadded paper at her. A beta sneered at her, pointing to his friends with a sinister expression. "Look, it's the whore." Another added, "The one who wants to fuck the pack leader's brother."

"Who does she think she is? She's too ugly for a guy like him!" He hooted. His friend laughed, snarling at her as she pulled on her hair. "Yeah, he's way out of her league!" They cackled as she continued to study. "I have a test on Friday." She thought to herself. "I have a test on Friday." The noise got louder as Tristan, the pack leader, walked in with his girlfriend.

Tristan had made his rounds from the pack, hopping from girl to girl until he met his girlfriend, Jessica. She was beautiful, hot-tempered and strong, unlike Avon. The true definition of an alpha, especially when she stood next to Tristan. They were the ideal couple of the pack, and many believed that they were bound to be mates.

Finding a mate was a dream for Avon. She didn't have the luxury to think so, especially when she struggled with even surviving in the pack. When one would find their mate, their first touch is like a shock of electricity, their scent suddenly becoming incredibly sweet and intoxicating. An unbelievable sense of longing and fulfillment would fill their stomach as they make eye contact with their mate, finding a sense of peace and loving. At least, that is what the adults said. Avon did not care for that kind of relationship, ignoring the commotion around her as she continued to study.

Tristan walked with Jessica to their seat, walking past Avon before Jessica trips. Avon glanced back as Jessica fell to the ground with a yelp, the classroom becoming deathly silent. A moment passed before Jessica whipped her head towards Avon, and screamed, "Why the fuck did you fucking trip me, you bitch?!" Avon's eyes widened as she was grabbed by her collar and ripped out of her chair. Tristan growled, reaching for Avon as Jennifer's hand collided with Avon's cheek. "Did you just fucking touch my mate?!" His voice roared as students crowded around Avon. Her hair was grabbed from behind, toppling the desk as a person ripped her from Jennifer's grip and out of Tristan's grasp. "NO one touches the pack leader's mate, slut!" They yelled, their hand hitting across Avon's head.

It quickly escaladed, hands grabbing out towards Avon as she was thrown onto the floor. It became a baragge of kicks and stomps as she quickly curled into a ball, shielding her head from the kicks of her peers.

Suddenly, she felt electricity shoot through her body.