Lesley's POV

"How did Alpha Harry punish you?" Amanda asked nervously, once we turned the last corner and the school came into view. She was only nervous, because she knew, that it was because of her, that I even ended up in that situation.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," I said with a smile, brushing it off like it was nothing. "I mean, he didn't beat me black and blue like most of the time, but this morning he called me back into the office and commanded me to do everything Trevor said. And honestly," I added with a sincere chill running down my spine. "That scares me more than anything."

"He used the command on you?" Amanda screeched surprised. I honestly didn't understand her surprise, until I remembered, that it isn't normal for an alpha to use his alpha voice for deminer things like some lame punishment.

"It must be something Trevor or Fraya must have convinced him to do," I said shrugging my shoulders, not knowing if/why I was defending him. I knew Uncle Harry was either a) going to get some creep to rape me or b) beating me black and blue until I'd "learned my lesson". Let's just say, I was a slow learner and since everyone here gives a flying fuck about child-protecting services, I was basically my uncle's punching bag. Trevor and Fraya were different! They were--- what's the word? Oh yeah! – Mean!!! Like "high-school"-mean, making Mean Girls look like a bunch of girls-scout! And I was going to be Trevor's bitch for a week! I had to do and/or say everything and anything he told me to. No one can disobey an alpha command; least of all an omega.

I could feel my wolf stir in the back of my mind; she agreed but didn't say anything. She was quiet most of the time. Probably because she was still an alpha wolf but had been downgraded to an omega. It somehow had broken her more than it broke me.

I have to do something to get suspended, I sighed already thinking of ways I could piss off the Principal so he would send me home this week. But once seated in class I had no idea of how to do that.

Most of my pack went to this school and although it was a human school, the town was just small enough, that no one asked questions about the kids coming from the mountains or nearby forest. This entire area had a lot of ranches and farmland, so it was normal that the kids came from far and wide to attend school. Our pack was one such 'ranch'. Or at least that was our cover story.

I sighed. The upside to such a small community is that it's easier to keep a big secret – like the fact that we were werewolves or that I was beaten for entertainment every Friday night – because everybody knows everybody and it's acceptable to be 'their kind of weird'. The downside is of course that everybody knows everybody! And considering I've been going to this school my entire life, the Principal and the teachers in general, took things a little easier on me. Probably another reason why Trevor and Fraya hate me! You see: I have dyslexia! Yeah, I know! It sounds like I'm dying, but I'm not. It means that I have a really, really hard time reading shit! It's like going to the circus, but with letters! I see the word, I see the first letter and by the time I reach the second letter, the first one has made a disappearing act in my brain, making every word just look like a bunch of random letters!

So yeah! I got it easy with the teachers and I had special privileges, such as being able to have a school I-pad, containing special programs to read for me and audiobooks – the best invention ever, I might add!

But with every authority in the house being so nice to me, I knew I was going to be extra mean, to get out of this one!

I was honestly too scared to stay in school that day, so I lied about having bad PMS cramps and snuck home. Quickly went about my duties, cooking and cleaning mostly, but also taking care of my aunt's special needs. She was paralyzed and was bound to a wheelchair at all times. The packhouse was also remodeled to fit her needs and if she wanted, she could get just about everywhere around the pack and the house. But she stuck mostly to her room, yelling for anyone and anything to do her bidding. And I was one such runner. I was to run to fetch her clothes, to get her up in the morning, to give her a shower, to change her diapers, to fetch her food, her laptop, her mail, her magazine.

She was beautiful, like her daughter, so it was easy to see, why Uncle Harry was completely blind to her ugly and disgusting heart. She was in her 40'ies, but thanks to the werewolf aging process she looked like her daughter's older sister and not her mother. The only difference was that Aunt Cathy was blond; like my mother and me. Yeah! What are the odds?! My mother and aunt were sisters and my father and uncle were brothers. But you know---werewolves, bitches! They're too lazy to look far away for their mates. I was just relieved that our grandparents were in no way related.

I'd just finished putting her to bed when she suddenly announced that she wanted a shower in the morning.

"Yes, Luna," I answered in as neutral as possible tone. If there was the slightest emotion in my voice, she would make a huge scene about it. If it was too hard, she'd say I was cold and insensitive toward her. This resulted in me getting beat up by Uncle Harry. And if it was too soft, I was pitting her, and she didn't need my sympathy. This also resulted in me getting beat up by Uncle Harry. And even if my voice was completely drained of emotions and one hundred percent monotone, she'd still make up some weird excuse so I would get a beat down by Uncle Harry!

I sighed when I was out of sight and hearing range. Luckily tonight wasn't one of those nights. And considering that I'd been able to avoid Trevor all day too, was a relief. The only problem I now faced, was that if I was to bath Aunt Cathy in the morning, I'd be late for school. Not that I minded much; I'd always struggled to keep up anyway and I found every single thing hard and exhausting. Then add the fact that I'd constantly got bullied by my classmates because of my reading difficulties, there really wasn't much pulling me in the educational direction. Although it was rather normal in the werewolf society that the females got an education and tribute to the pack like that, while the males were warriors and protectors. I'd rather be a stay-at-home mom and do whatever I could to raise awareness about the many, many problems children with dyslexia face.

So how was any of this a problem?

Since I'm always behind in everything and/or late, the school has decided that if I'm falling behind, my helping aids will be taken away! Yeah, like that's gonna motivate me to keep up! And I was already below the yellow line. And my aunt always, ALWAYS, sleeps in late, so I'd be very, very late.

Lesley's POV

The next morning I'd managed to avoid Trevor during breakfast, before hurrying upstairs to help my aunt. And as always, she's being difficult as hell.

"Stop that!" "That hurts!" "You bitch!" "Stupid!" "Incapable brat!"

And at the end of every one of those, I was slapped. My cheek was red and swollen and I honestly had to battle my tears and anger at every turn. Whoever, said 'turn the other cheek' clearly didn't get bitch-slapped!

What I wanted to say:

"HEY! I'm trying to pull off your disgusting, grown-ass diaper and give you a bath, so stop slapping me, while I'm trying to help your sorry little paralyzed ass!"

What I had to say:

"I'm sorry," I said softly, with all the self-control I could muster. I wish I could say that I felt some kind of sympathy for her, but I really didn't! She was a first-class asshole and a drama queen! As in if you looked up the definition of a drama-queen in a dictionary, there would be a huge ass picture of her and her ginormous ego!

She scoffed like an 80+ smoker/alcoholic and finally let me bathe her. But because she didn't stay still, I of course got soaked. I wanted to kill her so badly. It would be so easy.

Sorry, she got cut in the curtains. UPS!

Yeah, because she was gonna make me a murderer! (note: sarcasm!)

I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice my grip on the soap loosen and I dropped it. I accidentally sighed out loud, before bending down and getting it back. And they say that you should not bend down in the prison! I say: depends on the prison!

"OH!"

My aunt suddenly cried out. I looked up, confused as hell. What the shit---? But I quickly noticed what she'd been doing.

Forming on her thigh, was a huge red spot in the shape of the showerhead. I sighed! Come fucking on! Not this again.?! Yeah! She did that too. She would deliberately hurt herself and blame me! Uncle Harry would always see red when his mate was hurt. And she enjoyed seeing him beat the crape out of me.

"What's going on?!" my uncle yelled only a second later, as he stormed the bathroom. I jumped up.

"It was an accident!" I tried to holler, but it was useless! I knew that trying to claim innocence was only going to make things worse, but the second I saw my Uncle's eyes I knew I was fucked!

"You little.," he yelled, grabbing a fist full of hair.

I didn't remember much after that.

I vaguely remembered him grabbing my head and slamming it against the bathroom tiles. The tiles broke and shattered around me. I felt blood running down my face and left ear. I barely had my hands up in defense as the punches landed one by one. Everything after that was just so---distance. My uncle screaming, my aunt's fake sobbing, the pain. It all drowned in a loud noise of nothingness. Like my ears were too full to take it in.

I scrambled to my feet and got out of there. I barely reached downstairs when the sour and vile liquid started to run up my throat and my stoma content wanted to make a run for it. I threw up in the kitchen sink, making the room spin even worse. My head felt like it was about to explode, and I couldn't stop throwing up.

Amanda came over and got me to school, but I honestly didn't remember much. What day it was, what class I was in, what the hell I was doing.

All I knew is that I wanted to throw up! NOW!

I rushed out of class, found a bathroom, and once again exited my internal organs into the toilet. Or at least that's what it felt like! Fuck!

I grabbed the side of my head. The bleeding had stopped but seeing my reflection in the mirror, honestly almost gave me a heart attack. My eyes were bloodshot, and my chin was bruised and swollen to almost twice its original size. Lines of dried blood colored my face, making me look like a victim of Dracula! I carefully touched the cut, only to feel a stinging and burning sensation rush through my body.

Fuck!

I turned on the tap and started to wash my face. Or at least get some cold water on it, but this turned out to be a bad idea. The second I moved my head, the room started spinning again and I felt sick. I crept over to the closest corner and just sat there; waiting/hoping for death to bring an end to it. I brought my knees as close as possible, resting my head on them and my body against the cold wall.

Just be still, I continued to tell myself, trying to breathe normally. The pain comes to an end. Everything comes to an end.

"I'll be ok," I sighed out through my teeth, trying to make it through the pain. "No matter what I'll be fine!" I pressed down the tears and although my heart was aching to cry, I didn't. I was never letting anyone know, that they got to me. At least Dean was right about that! That's how you survive.

That's when I heard them. There were four boys. This I smelt because my hearing was still all fucked up. What the fuck were they doing here? And that's when I finally realized. Great! I was in the men's bathroom! How did I know? Well, one clue was the four boys walking in, but honestly, the smell! Boys just stink!

"What the.?!" one of them screeched, making my eardrums bleed. Oh god, just shut the fuck.! Yeah, I was in the wrong bathroom, but seriously?! They acted as if they'd never seen a girl before. I scoffed. Probably hadn't!

"Is she passed out?" another one asked, slowly approaching me, like I was an exotic and dangerous animal. I'm both, but still!

No, she's still here, desperately trying to pass out, so shut your trunk and get out!

Again, this was what I wanted to scream at them, but I didn't have the strength to even move at this point.

"Man! She must be so high!" another one giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Isn't that Lesley? You know, the slut Trevor's always going on about?"

Of course, that bastard is talking shit about me!

"She's so cheap, he gets it for free," the other one laughs again.

Yeah, right!

I could hear them whisper. Somehow that made me more nervous. I had to get up and get away. Something bad was gonna happen. I just knew it! I tried to steady my hand and get up, but the second I tried to move, the room was spinning, and I felt like I was gonna throw up.

That's when I suddenly felt the warm liquid on my body.

Oh no! They didn't.!

But of course, they did!

They literally peed on me!

In the werewolf society, if you were trying to hide your scent, that's a very efficient way of doing it. In the "normal" society, it's just gross! And talking about hiding my scent?! The only thing that did was make me smell like a bad combination of puck and urine!

They giggled like schoolgirls, laughing and calling me names. I didn't care. I wanted to cry. This was beyond humiliating. Beyond any stupid, boyish prank! This was wrong! I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve any of this!!!

With that, my anger had finally built up, giving me the strength, I needed to stand. I drained my wolf of her healing ability, making her pass out in the back of my mind.

Don't worry, girl, I softly told her, feeling my bruises heal and wounds closing. This will be worth it!

"Oh fuck, she's mad," one yelled, still smiling while they hustled to put their junk back in their pants. Through my blurred, foggy vision, I saw them head for the door. Anger turned to rage. Oh, I don't think so!

The next second I slammed it shut. I used my werewolf speed to cut in front, staring them down, with a look that will hunt their nightmares forever.

"How the.?!" one exclaimed, his expression becoming a mix of horror and surprise.

"You think this is funny?" I sneered and a low growl escaped my lips. My fists were clenched at my side and I was honestly enjoying the sudden pale and terrified expression on their faces.

"Now I'm gonna have some fun!"

Lesley's POV

I got downstairs into the girls' locker room and headed to the showers. Luckily PE wasn't until the afternoon, so I was alone. I got out of my clothes and turned on the shower. The water was freezing at first, making my entire body cringe. But it also felt good. My bruised knuckles appreciated the cold and so did the bruise on my chin. Bastard! I didn't see that ring coming. I smiled though. He didn't seem to particularly like it when I ripped his piercing out. So, I guess that's a comfort.

The fight flashed back in my mind. I'd barely held anything back. My fist connected with his jawline. The second's nose. I kicked the third in the knee and finally took the last one by the head and introduced it to the bathroom toilet. And that's when they started to fight back. I guess they didn't want anyone to know, that four boys couldn't take down one girl.

They didn't hit as hard as Uncle Harry, but my ribcage got an unexpecting blow, draining my lungs for air. And my jaw was hurting from a lucky bunch; hey they were still four against one! Cut me some slack! The scratch on my chin was however entirely my fault. I saw it coming and yet I let him hit me because he was the last one standing. I was planning on taking him out right after, and then he had pulled some fucking mobster bullshit like that! This is a 'no weapons allowed' school. I'm just saying: brass knuckles are a fucking weapon!

Well, all's well that ends well, I suppose. And by 'well' I mean them all crying and/or unconscious on the bathroom floor, hopefully with some serious broken bones and a concussion, that matched mine. Well, thanks to my wolf I didn't have to worry about that too much now, but these new bruises were gonna take forever to heal, now that I'd drained my wolf completely.

I rarely did that I and I always felt bad after. I didn't sense her much, so I restrained myself from using any of her already depleted strength. She did let me through and I sometimes could feel some small amount of pride emit from her, every time I used her strength to stand up against Fraya, Trevor, or just an asshole who I deemed worthy of a serious beat down. Like today. Today definitely made it to the top three of bad schooldays.

The water turned warmer and washed my sweaty, puck-y, and urin-y body clean. Or---cleaner! I used the dispenser soap available to wash my hair and body, and I did not mind smelling like honey and coconut! Anything was better than before. But of course, since I belonged to a werewolf society, they were definitely gonna give me some strange looks today and cringe their noses. One of the many pros, living with werewolves.

Yeah.!

(enthusiasm not included in the cheer!)

I was definitely gonna have to make some 'pee jokes' today then.

"I got peed on, imagine that! Haha!"

"This is why they shouldn't put urinals in the lady's room! Haha-haha."

I had to practice my laugh and smile, so they wouldn't know how utterly humiliated and absolutely worthless I felt.

When I was finally clean, I sighed in relief. But it came out as a hard sob. What---?! I felt my cheeks. I hadn't even realized I was crying. I'd just been ignoring the pain, the humiliation, and anger, I didn't even notice I was crying. I tried to push them back, but they didn't want to. They kept pressing, strong and harder. And the more I kept pressing, the worse the pain got. In my throat, my gut, my heart. everything ached! I felt so low and miserable.

So weak.

I stopped fighting it. I crumbled and cried. Just cried until I was done. Until I couldn't feel a thing. I could do, 'feeling nothing'. I was an expert in that. I felt exhausted from all the crying, but I didn't feel anything else. So, I could fake whatever feeling I wanted. Easy peasy. once you have 6 years of experience.

I got up and whet to the lockers. Luckily, I always kept an extra set of clothes at school. Like I'd said, I wasn't exactly the most popular girl and even at school my pack members kept away because they were afraid of Fraya and Trevor. Well, all except Amanda, but I'm not counting that backstabbing bitch right now. Any-hore, I was more often than not the fool to play a prank on and so my clothes were wet, dirty, smelly, or gone most of the time. In the end, it was just more efficient to have a spare lying around.

It wasn't anything fancy: just leggings, a tank top, and one of Dean's old hoodies, that was about three times bigger than me. And undergarments: panties and a sports bra I'd gotten from Amanda on my 16th birthday. She always bought me those things and I loved her for it. Like seriously! I didn't get any money to buy myself stuff like that and it's not like Uncle Harry cared! Hell, he probably preferred me 'all natural'.

I took my dirty clothes and stuffed them in my bag. When I was done, I noticed that people were coming in and getting ready for PE. Everybody giving me strange looks, nervous whispers (that I did not bother trying to listen to), and speed texting, you'd think their thumbs were related to The Flash.

I sighed. This was heading one way fast.

And to my not very big surprise, I barely reached my locker, before.

"Lesley Williams!"

I gazed up and noticed one of the teachers storming toward me. Eyes wild and nostrils flaring.

"The Principal's office! NOW!"

I didn't argue. I closed the door and made my very familiar way to the principal's office.

"So," the tall human Principal said, sitting on the edge of his desk right in front of me. His name was Mr. Gregory Flinze and usually, he was a kind and fair, although strict man, who wasn't afraid to take on hormonal rage and drama. But right now, he probably wasn't the most pleasant man to be around. Or was it just because I was his latest victim? His arms were crossed, and his tiny glasses pressed all the way at the end of his nose. Give him a tall hat and a long beard and he'd be an angry Dumbledore! "Anything you want to say for yourself?"

I sighed. I honestly wanted to tell the truth. What they had done, just to see their shocked faces if I actually for once did tell the truth. But seriously, do you know how much trouble I would get into if I told the truth? As in getting my ass handed over to Homeland Security trouble!

But then again, I thought, as a brilliant idea struck me. This didn't have to be a bad thing.

"They started it," I defended myself with a smile, crossing my arms in front of me while sinking so deep into the chair as possible and stretching my legs out in front of me. "I just ended it."

I knew this irritated the shit out of him, but I kinda liked having the power over the Principal. I knew exactly what to say, to send him into a raging fit or blink and say sorry, turning him into pudding in my hands. Right now, I wanted him mad. I wanted to be sent home, so I could avoid Trevor. I didn't care about the cost.

"You beat the crape out of four freshmen boys," the Principal pointed out and held up a bunch of pictures that had been taken for insurance purposes. "It doesn't matter who started it."

Like a disappointed father, he slammed the papers down on his desk, probably hoping to make me flinch so I'd finally break down and tell the truth. But I'll never let my feelings show. So, all I did, was follow his moves, with a smirk on my face. As if I found this as funny as I kept telling myself that it was.

"Now, I'm only gonna ask this once and you better not lie to me," he continued, sitting down in his seat, trying to stare me down. Oh, a staring contest, I tried to humor myself, so I wouldn't have to look at the pictures in front of me or even the fact, that the man in front of me actually cared about me. He gave a damn about my well-being and believed I wasn't the monster I made myself out to be. And I was digging a sword into his chest.

"But have you had any sort of training? Like martial arts training?"

"No," I answered, not counting Dean's self-defense classes for 'martial art' or the fact that even as an omega, I was still stronger than your average human.

"Have you done drugs?"

"No."

"Don't you dear lie to me!"

"I never lie."

"Lesley," he warned me, hoping that a deeper and more threatening voice would work. "You always lie!"

"No. I. don't!" I barked back. What?! I didn't lie! "I just have a slightly more optimistic view of the truth."

I was shown out with a note in my hand. I looked at it once again, just to confirm that it was true, before sprinting down the halls.

"YES!"

I jumped down the stairs and hoped to be running home. The alpha command would last a week, and I just got myself suspended for a week! Which meant, that half the day, I could do whatever I wanted – which basically meant catching up on homework – and for the other half, I just needed to avoid Trevor until nightfall. And considering I knew his schedule; I knew exactly where not to be!

I was so caught up in my own celebration, that I didn't notice the car until it was too late. I was still airborne when my heart hit the deck. Fuck! This was gonna hurt.!

The car came to a screeching halt; brakes whining like a choirboy before finally coming to a full stop. I didn't watch my landing, so I fell flat on my face, only centimeters away from the blue hood. I literally could smell the gas and motor oil that got burned through, in order to stop.

I sighed in relief. Shit, that was close! And just as relief washed over me, it quickly was replaced with another feeling: anger! What. The. Fuck?! What was this car even doing here?! This was the path to our pack.

Outsiders were not allowed!

"Hey!" I yelled at the car stumbling back to my feet, making my hoody fall away from my face and revealing my long, curly blonds. I turned to the car, with fire in my eyes. "Watch it, asshole!"

I kicked the bumper. Childish, I know, but I was hoping it would make him turn around once he saw the dent I made. Guys and their toys, right?

For a split second, I made eye contact with the driver. Jerk! He was wearing sunglasses, but I knew he was looking back at me. Somehow, I could feel it. I don't know what it was – fear or rage – but even my wolf suddenly stirred uneasily in the back of my head. Ok, this is probably not the best time to just stand around.

Before the driver could react, I ran off and disappeared into the woods.