Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
- Anthony J. D'Angelo
Life has never been easy or simple for Ellie. She was born deformed, the outcast of her pack, abused and shunned. She spends her life running fro...
"Each smallest act of kindness, reverberates across great distances and spans of time --affecting lives unknown to the one who's generous spirit, was the source of this good echo. Because kindness is passed on and grows each time it's passed until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage, years later, and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each expression of hatred, each act of evil."
― Dean Koontz
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Just as promised Jen put a whoopee cushion on Brooke's chair. It's safe to say she wasn't happy about it. When she sat down everyone looked at her and instead of calmly saying it wasn't her and figuring something out she literally leaped off her chair, threw her food at the wall and ran out of the room screaming.
It was pretty entertaining if I'm honest, not to mention we didn't have to deal with her all dinner. I did feel kind of bad though, she clearly had anger issues and it was starting to look like she had no really friends, just fake girls hanging out with her to gain popularity.
The rest of the pack was so nice and welcoming. I talked with a bunch of them, gamma Heeler even winked at me from across the table making everyone stare in shock. After that I could've sworn I saw his cheeks tint red slightly but I can't be sure.
My whole life I dreamed of being part of a pack meal. It felt so amazing to be with them, to eat with them, not forced to serve them and watch them enjoy what I slaved over from a distance, trying to imagine the amazing feeling of a full stomach. Of course by now I've figured out that being too full sucks, but that's besides the point.
The servers were mostly older teenagers or young adults doing a part-time job and the cooks were payed well and loved what they do.
This pack was so much better, so much less archaic than Blood Thunder. I just wish I could truly be a part of it. I'll never be able to join a pack. I'm an alpha, a threat to everyone whether I like it or not. They would be risking war, not to mention there is always conflict when two alphas live in one pack. I wouldn't mind being under someone that I could potentially beat, as long as I could feel a sense of belonging, but I would never belong.
I'm an alpha runt. I shouldn't even exist, but here I am. I don't belong anywhere, not with the runts, not with the normal wolves, and certainly not with the alphas. I'm just kind of there, alone.
That night I couldn't sleep, too stressed about training the next day. At about 4:45 I got sick of trying and decided to go for a walk.
I walked through the house as quietly as possible but I had a hard time concentrating and kept messing up. At one point going down the many flights of stairs I somehow managed to trip on my own foot and went tumbling down, rolling awkwardly trying not to wake anyone up. I'm surprised no one came bursting out of their rooms seeing what all the commotion was about.
I was usually amazing at being silent but I felt really out of it today.
Once I finally made it outside I took a giant breath of relief shaking out my shoulders.
