1 Chapter 1

I looked around at all the people gathered in the auditorium. It was orientation, and I honestly wasn't even sure what I was doing here. I might as well be nothing. As an orphan, I was forbidden to attend any pack meetings, celebrations, or training. As an Omega, I might as well have been a slave. I cleaned whenever I was needed. Took all the hits given to me, and I listened to everyone. I worked hard with hopeless dreams that someday I'd be able to raise my rank from Omega to an ordinary pack member, or, even better, a warrior. After years as an Omega, however, I had lost all hope and had given in to reality. There was no point in believing in something that was simply just a figment of my dream. That's right, I had learned this lesson a couple of years ago...

[Flashback]

Pain, that was all I could feel. Holding in my cry, I accepted the pain inflicted on my untrained, weak figure.

"You incompetent fool!" Beatrix, the daughter of the Alpha, blamed. I held in the tears that welled in my eyes at the sting from each hit. Knowing better, I held my tongue. This was the fifth beating today alone! In all honesty, I didn't even know what I had even done. Nor did I care. There was no point in even attempting to talk sense into anyone in this pack. In their hypocritical eyes, all I was a useless hitting bag. I wrapped my arms around my head as she moved her foot from kicking me in the back to prod at my upper spinal cord.

"Bitch can't even do dishes correctly," humored Zoe. Zoe was Beatrix's best friend, however, everyone knew that Zoe just stuck around because she liked Beatrix's twin brother, aka the next in line for Alpha, Gael.

"I know, right, maybe I should just ask Father to kick her out of the pack!" Complained Beatrix in response. She then followed with a fast kick to the stomach, chuckling, "Once an Omega, always an Omega."

She seemed content afterwards because she glided away towards her boyfriend, Mateo, aka the future Beta of the pack.

[End of Flashback]

I let out a sigh at the dark memory. Ever since, I had avoided everyone in the pack as much as possible. I wasn't often summoned, thus this was a strategy that worked. The cause? Well, everyone, especially the males of the pack, were afraid of judgement and other members thinking otherwise about our relationship. This was more than enough to keep me distanced from all the other pack members.

I scanned the list of my tasks for the day. Clean dishes, breakfast, laundry, clean up the leaves outside for fall, put up decor for thanksgiving, and get a big turkey or two for the pack celebration. Hurrying over to the kitchen, I put the bacon in the pan and allowed it time to cook as I washed a couple of dishes. I consistently checked on the bacon so not to burn it.

Finishing breakfast and cleaning the dishes, I silently shuffled to the laundry room. As I dumped the worn clothes into the washing machine, I smelt something, something delicious. I followed my nose, and sure enough, it was blood. I had no idea why, but every time I so much as smelt the scent of blood, an unquenchable thirst would arise in me. Being an Omega, it was obvious I was different to have been cast out of my pack. I had never been told as to how I was different. All I knew was that I was different. From the way I was treated to my wolf, Winter.

I had a pretty close relationship with Winter. It was just that she couldn't seem to take control. I wasn't stopping her from taking control. There just seemed to be in invisible barrier stopping her. She always pointed out that she was okay. However, I could feel her disappointment every time we shifted, trying to help her gain control. Every day after I accomplished the work I needed, I would go into the forest and shift in an attempt to help her. Eventually, when nothing happened, we started to just talk and forget about the fact that she couldn't control.

One particular day, however, when I was getting beat, like usual, something strange happened. Winter was never happy that I would get beat. But there was nothing she could do, as she couldn't take control. Somehow, though, she figured a way past the invisible barrier and took control. As I felt her pushing past the barrier, I stopped. With my hands around the nape of my neck and curled up into a ball, I felt Winter push through, taking control of my body. I was overjoyed that she had finally taken control of my body. But when I realized what she was going to do, the blood drained from my face.

I didn't know how strong she was, but something told me that she was about to fight. And now that she had full control, there was nothing I could do to stop her.

Panic filled me as I realized I could no nothing but watch her either beat the other girls up, or get beaten.

'Winter! I'm happy that you've gained control, but I don't think that this is the best way to go!'

'Don't try to stop me, Talia. We can't keep idle and allow them to keep hurting us. It's not healthy, nor is it normal.'

When she said that, I held my tongue. I knew it wasn't normal. I knew that I shouldn't get used to it, but I did. No one is getting hurt now because I did. At least no one was supposed to.

'Winter, it's not about revenge, just get out of there! You're not even sure if you'll win!'

'I'm going to win.'

That was all she said before she stood up and turned towards Beatrix. Although subtle, I saw Beatrix flinch slightly.

"W-What are you doing, bitch?! Get down!" Beatrix yelled as she tried to kick us again. This time, however, things were different. I wasn't in control. My wolf, Winter, was.