The girls helped me pack.

It's was one of the most upsetting things I've ever went through. And that's saying a lot.

I left my family when I was thirteen, nearly died, had to live out my life never knowing if I was ever going to be excepted. Did I care? Yeah. We're human, somewhat. We worry about other people more than ourselves sometimes. And some of us just care about ourselves. I envy those people. Never having to care about anyone else. Themselves are their main focus, their main priority.

Eventually everything was packed and I sat in my room alone for about an hour. I stared at everything in there. The walls, the now filled cardboard boxes, the flooring. I just felt bitter. I felt as if I wanted everything to suffer the way I was going to, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.

But truth is, I deserve this all. I've had a way to nice life. I could stand Mariah's taunting and the taking away from my friends, but what I put my family through is probably the worst thing I could have done.

I left no note. Never called. Nothing. I just vanished.

"Are you going to speak at all?" Greyson asked from behind me. Nearly three hours ago, I arrived at Greyson's pack house. He escorted me to the room I was supposed to be staying in but I refused. Sleeping in the same bed as him was not acceptable.

Much to his displeasure, he took me to another room which I was fine with. I had my own bathroom and a nice closet, not that I had a lot of clothes. Mainly black clothing. Some color here and there, but nothing special.

I hadn't spoke to anyone since I had arrived. I could tell Greyson was annoyed by my lack of respect. I resumed to my ongoing staring contest with myself in the wall mirror as I sat with my legs crossed on the floor.

"Alex, why won't you just say something?" Greyson asked again obviously irritated. I just ignored him and ran my tongue along my bottom lip. I heard Greyson's heavy footsteps enter the room and make their way toward me.

In the mirror, I watched as he walked behind me. His black hair looked messy as usual and his cool grey eyes focused on my frozen figure. He wore a navy blue shirt that clung to his torso and a pair of jeans. His entire image made him seem like some badass fictional character.

"Say something," he said firmly. I watched as he clenched his fists and unclenched them.

"What?" I retorted quickly. I didn't move, though. I just continued to stare at him through the mirror.

"Kitten, you have to eat," he said and held out his hand for me, but I ignored it. He was really starting to anger me with that name. I put my hands on either side of my body and pushed myself off. I turned around and stared up at Greyson. We were closer than I wanted to be, but it didn't worry me.

"Then let's go," I said bluntly and stared at him waiting for an answer. His eyes glanced down at my lips and back up to my eyes. I didn't move, though. I kept staring it his mesmerizing, grey eyes that I wanted to pull out of his head. "Hey," I said snapping him back to reality.

He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. He turned around to exit the room, but as he did, his hand brushed against mine. I jumped as a small rush of shocks flew up my hand. It brought warmth to my entire body.

I followed him through the house until we were in a large kitchen. He turned around and looked at me with a hopeful expression.

"What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed.

"To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one.

"Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. It was the most ridiculous thing he could call me, and I'm positive he only does it to get on my nerves.

"Who says?" I argued.

"I just did. Now, stop acting like a brat, and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said in frustration. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He shouted at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him.

"I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I said simply and exited the kitchen. I walked in different directions trying to find my way back but failed.

I entered a room that was eerily quiet. I took slow steps as my work boots thudded on the hardwood floor. I looked around at the large room thinking why there wasn't anyone in here? Surely at least one person would be.

Just as I was about to exit the room, a fist collided with my face. My back hit a wall and just as I was about to swing a punch the attacker kicked me in the stomach. I let out a groan as I crumbled to the ground in pain. Another kick hit me in the side and then my head.

Who was this? What did I do? I hadn't even spoke to anyone!

I lifted my head up to see who it was, but another fist hit my face. I heard a crack and knew my nose had to be broken.

I didn't even have a chance to fight back before one more fiercely hard kick hit the side of my head, causing me to black out.

I woke up to the sound of nothing. I breathed in deeply, but stopped once I felt a small pain in my stomach. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I was in my room.

I slowly got up and wandered over to my bathroom. I glanced at myself in the mirror and growled.

I tilted my head to the side to see stitches above my right eyebrow and my nose was crooked. I snarled at the mirror while I thought of what happened. Who the hell did that?

I angrily stormed out of the bathroom and toward the window in my room. I punched my fist through the glass and a curse fled my mouth. The glass shattered but my hand was already bruising.

I shook my hand trying to ignore the pain and jumped out the window. I hadn't realized how high up we were until I was free falling out of the three story window.

Thankfully, when I landed, I rolled so nothing got hurt. I stood up and brushed off my jeans. I still had the same clothes on from when I first got here which I'm guessing is yesterday. I can assume this because it was nearly seven when I went exploring the house on my own and then I got knocked the shit out of, but now it's like nine in the morning.

I let rage take over me as I shed my clothes and shifted into my wolf. I ran as far and fast as I could go through the woods behind Greyson's pack house. I didn't stop for anything. I knocked down a few trees, shredded a few defenseless deer, and made a muddy mess out of clear water holes. I didn't leave, though. I knew that if I attempted to leave, Greyson would find me, and if he were angry enough, do something out of anger that I don't even want to get into.

I eventually stopped once all my rage was over. I was so furious, though. I let my guard down. I never do that! Especially now. When everyone thinks they're better than me. They can all go to hell. I'm supposed to be home! With my friends! Not here! I rolled my eyes knowing he was never going to let me go back and trotted back to the pack house.

I entered the backyard to see a very pissed off Greyson along with many other pack members.

He walked up to me and held out what seemed to be a shirt. I knew right away that it was his. I stared at the piece of clothing and snorted. I'm not wearing that.

His hand came up and yanked down on my black fur. My head dropped and I let out a growl. His face was in mine and he glared at me.

"Go change," he demanded angrily. I did what I was told, but only because he had a death grip on my fur. I took the clothing in my mouth and went behind the tree.

I shifted from my wolf to my human form and looked at the shirt. It was the same shirt he had on yesterday I'm pretty sure. He's making me wear a dirty shirt. Who does he think I am?

I slipped the shirt on anyway and was thankful it came down low enough to cover everything. I walked out from behind the large tree and headed toward Greyson.

He glared at me, but his eyes never left my body. I smirked and continued walking.

"What?" I asked. His head snapped up to mine.

"Go get changed and come back here immediately," he said sternly but angrily. I rolled by eyes and stared at him with a bored expression.

"Whatever, Alpha Idiot," I muttered and headed into the house. It took me a while to find my way to my room, but found it eventually. I put on a pair of yoga pants and a tee shirt. I raced back outside because I was actually very curious as to what he had in mind.

I made my way through the back yard and watched everyone's expression. What shocked me is that they seemed to think I was a joke. I glared and a few looked away, but a few laughed about it. What is going on?

I felt hands on each of my shoulders as warmth spread through my body. I tried to pull away but he just held me there.

"Who did this?" Greyson asked everyone who stood in front of him. No one spoke up though. Everyone looked around at each other. "No one?" He chuckled, " I see. Well then, I guess we'll just let her choose." He said which startled me. Does he really think I would just hurt everyone here? I'm not that evil.

People started yelling out things like 'that's unfair' or 'I didn't do it', besides one person. He was a boy about my age. Maybe older. He seemed to just watch everyone with a strange expression. I looked down at his hand and could see bruising on his knuckles.

"You." I said as I pointed to him. Everyone stopped talking and stared at the boy.

"Why would you think that?" He questioned. I pointed to his hand and felt my temper rise.

"Your hand! The bruises! You punched me! You did this to me!" I shouted as Greyson held me back. I jerked forward multiple times, but he just wouldn't let go.

"You did this?" Greyson asked the boy angrily. He froze and looked around nervously.

"Uh yeah." He said quietly. "But look at her! She's a rogue! She could kill us all," he said glaring at me. Well, that's offensive. I growled at him and lurched forward. Greyson tightened his grip on me and the boy took a step back.

"Okay. Everyone go back to their own business." Greyson announced and I gaped at him. Two times now that someone has thrown a punch or two at me, and he does nothing. Everyone started to leave, and I was pissed.

I yanked myself as hard as I could out of his grasp and turned around. I brought back my fist and just as it was about to make contact with his face, he caught it. A growl erupted from his lips as he stared down at me.

"Don't punch your alpha."

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Okay. Yeah. This is one of those short chapters that I hate giving yall. Sorry. I felt like I owed you guys tonight.

Oh and I was on my account and looked at the ranking for TACMK AND ITS #1 IN WEREWOLF WTF.

I DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WAS CAPABLE OF DOING THAT SHIT.

Anywaaaaay! wish @vinilla_rootbeer a happy birthday even though I have no idea who she is!

TWD IS ON TONIGHT. WHO ELSE IS LIKE FREAKING OUT?!💀

Okay I'm gonna go. #stomachfluprobs🌚

edited 2/27/16