"Mate"

Chapter One

A brutal force met his side, followed by a loud crack. He was already in a daze, barely aware of his surroundings or even where each kick came from, just knowing he had to bare it for 'just a little longer'. That's what he always told himself before trying to escape, then being caught and having to endure an even harsher punishment. It was an ongoing, vicious cycle, one that's on the verge of breaking him once and for all. It was the packs' way of letting out their suppressed anger, and what better way is there than beating up the omega? Levi had to endure the everyday beatings for years, with little hope left with this never-ending torture. That little hope could either make or break him, by giving him enough courage to attempt to escape one last time. If he's caught, he'll just wait it out until he either dies or someone, by some miracle, saves him. Of course, he has very little faith in the latter ever happening, as most visitors of the pack don't know of his existence, and no one in his pack gives him a second glance.

He still has to go to school, as his identity, to everyone's displeasure, is recorded. In school, naturally, he has no friends. Even though there's another pack that attends his school, due to his omega status, no one ever tries approaching him in a friendly manner. Instead, those in his pack bully him-sometimes joined by a few students from the neighbouring pack-or is simply treated as if he were an invisible spec of dust.

A sudden force by heavy duty boots against his curled back brings Levi out of his reverie, sending a sharp pain along his spine. Continuous assaults to his already agonised body suddenly cease, followed by heavy thumps indicating his assaulter's departure. It is only then Levi can let out his suppressed, agonising sobs and broken whimpers. Though he can't see much through his swollen eyes nor move his aching body, Levi is roughly lifted over someone's shoulder and carried to the cell he calls his 'room'.

When he wakes up, his eyes accidentally capture his image through the mirror (the only luxury he is given to 'stare at his ugly self'), his body stills, his judgemental eyes roaming around his face and his now revealed torso. The contrast of the bruises against his milky white skin make him look like he'd been a once clean canvas, which is now tainted by the darkest of colors, reflecting the darkest of intentions. Levi slowly releases his shirt, letting it cover his almost sickeningly skinny abdomen and probably broken ribs. The white hair sitting atop his head tells tales of more sinister events that have occurred throughout his young life than anyone could ever guess.

Levi was both excited and anxious for the next day, as it would be the day he decided he would try his luck for the last time in escaping his hell on earth. To both his luck and dismay, the next day came all too soon, its outcome unknown. At four in the morning, he took one last sweep around his 'room' with his packed bag on his back, his sneakers on his feet and somewhat warm clothes on him. 'This is it' he thought 'our last chance', 'our' referring to him and his wolf. After making sure he has everything he needs, he quietly slips out his 'room' and creeps past the guards and up the stairs, out the door closest to the border. He made sure to mask his scent before hiding between the trees, successfully managing to slip through the border patrol before sprinting away as fast as his body could manage.