Indestructible

I sigh and head back to our cottage, as I am in no hurry for the week to start again. My parents and I are Omega's, and we live here in Red River, led by Alpha Montgomery "Monty" Stryker & Luna Elizabeth "Liz" Stryker.

They are a good Alpha and Luna. I used to be friends with their son, Derek, when we were younger, but as soon after he turned 11 and I was about to be 10, his parents decided that it didn't look good for the future Alpha to associate with me, as I was an Omega.

I cried myself to sleep for the next week, sad at losing my friend.

I soon learned that we weren't the friends that I thought we were when I got to middle school. He never acknowledged me, ever. If I spoke to him, he acted like he didn't hear it It came to a head my freshman year when I said "Hi" to him in the hallway.

He was a sophomore and was with his little circle of friends along with his girlfriend, Heather Armstrong, on his arm. He had grabbed me by my throat and slammed me into the nearest lockers and told me to never speak directly to him again.

He had finally released me and I sank to the floor trying to breathe. I carried the mark of his hands on my neck for a week afterward, and after that, I wouldn't get near him again. They all walked away laughing and Heather looked back over her shoulder with a smirk on her face, as they went around the corner. He had never put his hands on me like that before. I knew Heather never liked me, but I believed that she put him up to it because, until that point, I had never been physically hurt, emotionally hurt, yes, but not physically hurt.

Derek was the All-American golden boy, who could do no wrong. His parents doted on him, and he was captain of both the football and the lacrosse teams. His golden blonde hair had streaks from the sun in it and his deep brown eyes made all the girl's hearts beat faster because they wanted to catch up his gaze.

At 6'2", Derek was a perfect specimen, with everyone wanting to date him. Heather had grabbed his interest at the start of their high school year. She was in the same grade as me now, but she had already turned

18, over six months ago.

She had failed last year and had to repeat, so she wasn't in the same grade as Derek anymore. I think it was because she was with him all the time, and never did her schoolwork, so she had to repeat her sophomore year.

Since he was going to be Alpha, he still got promoted, but the only thing he applied himself to was his favorite sports and sleeping with whichever girl would let him. He should have been more interested in actually learning something from school and learning to be a good Alpha.

I know he has been sent off for a year to learn tactics and advanced training to bring back to teach his Beta, Gamma, and trainer, but I have little faith that he won't just be the same man-whore there, that he is here, and not learning much there as well.

He won't get a second chance as it is unheard of to repeat Alpha training. He would bring shame on both his parents and on the pack.

The problem with him attacking me in the hallway made it open season on me at that time. I have been cut with a silver knife multiple times, stabbed, had my arm broken a few times, knocked out on a few occasions, and had cigarettes put out on my skin. I should look like something from a horror movie with all that had happened to me.

But each morning since I turned 16, I have woken up and completely healed from all the trauma that had occurred to me. All of my injuries from my freshman and sophomore years had disappeared from my skin on my 16th birthday, but I didn't get my wolf. She could not be sensed, at all, she did not communicate with me and when I was supposed to have changed into my wolf that night, she did not appear.

My parents sat outside with me for hours and comforted me. They have been the very best parents and I love them both very much. My mom, Claire Emerson, had brown hair and brown eyes, a slim build, and is the best cook. She is only 5'5" tall, but she is a powerhouse.