The Boy on the Chain

Chapter 4 - Mason

You are not going to get away so easily this time I think growling as I stare at the monkey my Master had gotten me yesterday. It had fallen off the couch that I was sleeping on and scared me when it had squeaked. Master must be still upstairs in his new office. Maybe if I make a lot of noise, he will come down so we can go on our walk.

Every day this week master has taken me to different parts of the forest. The weird thing is that when we go for a walk, I always get this feeling it is not just Master and I. Since my collar clouds the heightened senses most werewolves have it is really hard to tell if someone is following us.

I decide to start growling and making a lot of noise to get my Master's attention because I had to go outside. After a few minutes I hear Master's heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey buddy, do you need to go outside." He asks me as I dance around happily. He opens the back door to let me out. Running around the backyard I think I notice a tail from an animal moving behind a tree, but I shake it off. Master would not have let me out if he thought there were dangerous animals out here.

My Master throws my ball while I am busy trying to see if the tail will come out again. Deciding I was just hallucinating I start to chase the ball happily. We play this game for an hour until I get tired and stop chasing it. I decide to just lay on the ground and chew at the felt that is on it. Some of it is already coming off so taking it all off should be easy work. We go inside once Master is able to get the ball from me and Master fills up my water bowl and goes back upstairs to work. I am not allowed upstairs since he put a gate at the bottom of them. All my toy's, food, and my bed are down here so I do not really need to be up there anyway.

After I play a little bit with my monkey tossing it a little ways away from me and then going to get it. He also gets shook around a little bit because that is how you know he is not going to get away. It is time for a nap. I walk to the couch and jump on top of it scratching just to make sure it is clean for me to lay on. Closing my eyes, I cannot wait tell dinner time. I am already starting to get hungry.

This life is not always fun and can become boring. It seems like I do the same thing every day but its comfortable and I am very aware it could be a lot worse. When I was found by the hunters I was not in a particularly good place.

I remember when I left my pack with my unnamed baby brother. The day the bombings happened I was just thirteen years old. The night before I had heard my parents talking about sending my little baby brother away because my father was positive, he would end up being an omega. That means in his eye's he was not useful to our pack and they were going to send them to an Omega House.

Omega Houses were pretty common because in a pack like ours Omega's cannot do more than cook our dinner. Blending into normal society is awfully hard for them and that is what most alpha's want their pack to do. So, Omega houses were set up mainly as show homes for wolves who have not found their mates. More like prisons if you ask me.

I was not going to let them send him away because they were ashamed. So, when they put him down for his nap early that afternoon. I carefully packed all the stuff up I would need for him, took him, and ran. I could raise my little brother without any help. He would turn out to be an extremely strong werewolf and show our parents there was nothing wrong with him.

We lived in a forest for about two weeks before I had ran out of food that I had stolen from the pack house. I was glad that I had enough formula for my baby brother to last another few weeks, but I needed to eat. So, I decided to hide my baby brother and I was going to hunt for some food.