7

Jasper's POV

I lay there in the darkness, crying and trying to slow my pained breathing. I could feel myself slipping, which would be somewhat of a welcome relief. My little space is different than what I have heard others have. Normally, when someone is a little, they fall into little space when they feel childish or happy. It is a way for them to enjoy being a child again. They can pull themselves out of it if done properly. They also have a caretaker, which they call different names depending on what they decide together. The caretaker is there to help ensure they are in a healthy space and can enjoy everything safely. Omegas are known to be the only wolves to have a little space. This si due to the genetic defect that makes us omegas, it changes our brain chemistry. This change makes for us to be gentle followers, with a kind heart. They are normally mated to betas or Alphas, to ensure that they are safe when in little space. Omega males are also the only male wolves that can have children, other than she-wolves.

My little space is different. Due to my abusive pack beating me from a young age, when I digress, my mind shuts off and fully falls into a childlike state. I do become a small child, mentally anyways. I can block out any pain and discomfort and be pain-free. It is like an off switch for my pain receptors, I won't feel the injury, no matter how severe. This is helpful but also bad. I can't control when I digress and I can't pull myself out of it. It is nice in times like this, in which I will be able to sleep soundly, but I have no idea when I will "wake up" from it.

As I fully slipped, I quickly passed out, happy to go into any dream. Any dream was better than the hell I lived in. My dream tonight had a beautiful and kind caretaker in it, and we played in the garden all day. He was my savior and his laugh was angelic. I was happy! That didn't last long though. I was abruptly woken up by a door being thrown open. Rushing to my feet, I quickly cowered in the corner, tears silently streaming down my face. Down walked my father, smirking as he saw me.

"Perfect timing," he said, walking right up to me.

Did I mention that they know I am a little? And that they use me in this state to get away with certain things. I help them… in more ways than one.

"Come here pup," he said, creeping towards me, "You know how this works. We have some nice people upstairs that want to meet you."

Shaking, I slowly got to my feet, keeping my head down. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me up the stairs, not caring if I walked up them or not. Although I couldn't feel it, I saw that my ankle was now at an odd angle. That will hurt later. Pulling me towards the back door, he threw me onto the lawn.

"We're gonna play tag," he said, slowly drawing out his claws," And I am it!"

I started to run into the woods, as he lunged towards me. I could hear his footsteps behind me become lighter, signaling he must have shifted. Even in little space, I was scared, I hated this game. It was not a fun tag, I always got hurt.

Running into a clearing, I fell trying to get a full breath in. This is hard when you only can take small breaths due to the pain and some leaks from the puncture. The other I could tell was being injured by my heavy breathing and broken ribs. As I quickly glanced around, I could see his glowing eyes in the trees. I jumped as I heard a twig snap behind me. Whipping around, I saw a hiker enter the clearing, not noticing my presence.

No, no no! He had to leave! When he noticed me and began to cautiously walk towards me, my father barreled over me and bit right into his forearm. I had to cover my ears from the hikers screaming, the screaming that would keep me up at night. It was my fault, I led him here. I am a monster. All I could do was close my eyes and hope that this would all end and even if I woke up in more pain, that I would pass out and he would drag me home. As I heard my father snap his leg bone, my body gave out. I welcomed the darkness, really needed the escape.