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[⚠️Trigger warning: this chapter will have mature themes and language]

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"Liam!" Alex yelled through the room, echoing off the bare walls.

Quickly getting off the ground I ran towards his voice.
"Yes, sir?" I asked, keeping my head lowered.

"Where the fuck are all my clothes!? I told you to clean up my room! Not move everything out!" He complained, shouting in my face.

"I was cleaning them. I can get them now." I quickly explained.

"Then go do it!"

"Yes, sir." I nodded then headed off to grab his clothes I had washed.

This was a normal day for me. The same old routine. Yelled at, cleaning, screamed at, cooking, kicked at, fixing, eta.
It was almost never ending.
Almost.

There were brief times when I could escape. So I took my chances.
But I had to be carful. Even in the dark of the night, when all seemed quiet and still, there were still prowlers around.
Watching. Waiting.

They say it's to protect us. To keep intruders away.
But I know the truth, it's really to keep us in.
We're trapped here.

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Carefully sneaking away from the pack, I traveled through the woods as usual, to a secluded spot.
It was the only place I could be alone. And only I knew of it. I was safe there.

But as I approached the area, something felt different. There was a new smell in the area.

I slowly stepped out of the woods, on guard. Then my eyes shot up at something.

There was a person.
A guy sitting on the grass, across the pond.

Why would there be a person out so far out here!? Is that- someone from the pack? If they knew I was out here...

Wait. But that's- I don't recognize that guy.
What?...

I went to step away, but after running through the woods, my thirst longed for the cold water in the pond. Glistening in the light of dawn.

Carefully moving forward to drink, I kept my eyes on the guy. Watching for any movement or emotion.
He could be a threat. I have to be careful.

But it was as if he were a statue. Cold and calm.
It gave me an eerie feeling, yet I couldn't look away.

Who is this guy? And why would he be out here?
H-how did he find this place!? It's supposed to be mine.

After drinking some water, I backed away. While he just stayed there, sitting still and watching me.
Then I disappeared into the woods.

As I made my way back to the territory, my mind was hazy. There was something weird about that guy.
I just couldn't figure it out.

Sneaking back into the pack, I shifted then put my clothes on.
Walking past the other wolves I went into the main building. My mind wandering off about different possibilities of who that guy was. Why he was there. And why he didn't do anything.

Then, as always, it was interrupted.

"Liam!" Alex yelled.
I swear sometimes I can hear his voice in my head when he's nowhere around. Like in my nightmares.

What does the golden boy need now?

"Yes, sir? What do you need?" I asked, my head down and hands together.

"Where's my dinner!? I'm hungry man!" He complained, leaned back in a lounge chair.
The room was mostly empty. A cold, dark room with some old couches and chairs around.

"What would you like? Sir." I asked, hoping this would be over quick. But it never is.

"I dunno man! I ain't no woman! Just get me something. Like meat. Y'a know? Men need meat!" He chuckled, taking a swig of beer.

"And make sure you bring me another beer. Bring us some beers!" He cheered with his buddies.

"Yes, sir." I said then walked away. Taking a big sigh of relief as I got farther away.
I really hate that man.

Going into the kitchen, cramped by other servants. I grabbed a steak, potatoes and gravy. Cooking them up as quick as I could.

Glancing over at Sarah, she was busy cooking as well. Both of us exhausted and ready to pass out.

"Today been tiring?" I asked sarcastically.

She sighed deeply. "You have no idea. She had me running around all day. Back and forth, this, no this. No- I want that dress. Yada yada. You know." She mocked quietly.

"Mm. I'm sorry, Sarah. But it'll get better one day."

"Yeah right." She said sadly.

"Maybe her younger sister will treat you better." I tried to comfort her.

"I doubt that." She stared up at me with a frown. "Spoiled rich kids." She rolled her eyes.

If you couldn't already tell, we're the workers or servants, whatever you wanna call it, it isn't good.
But basically everyone is treated like crap here, so there's that.

Only the "royal" family gets to do what they want.
They like to act as kings and pretending they're great. But they're just pathetic.

Wolves that abuse, hate, and hurt, anyone they can. Making themselves look strong by destroying the weak.

That's why they're know as The Prowlers. Watching and waiting to attack. Preying on the weak.

Alex is the son of the so called alpha. This "pack" is more of a giant group of rouges then an actually pack.
But the "alpha" is the strongest and most feared of the group.

He controls everyone and does whatever the fuck he wants. And you can't forget the fact that his family gets away with almost everything.

Alex, his son, likes to push and pull me around. Making me do whatever sounds fun in the moment. As in, making me work, embarrassing me or just flat out hurting me.

Unfortunately I actually get treated better than most of the pack. Not only are the "royal" family assholes, but they're sexist, racist and basically anything else that ends with -ist.

Where as the women here get treated horribly and kids even worse. Almost all of the pack are omegas, pushed around by the "elite" wolves. So that's always a fun game to play...

Sarah is basically the only "friend" I have here, since it's hard to get along with anyone here. Let alone have time to enjoy each others company.
We're lucky to even be allowed to talk to each other.

She actually works for the alphas family too. The daughters. Constantly pulled around just as I am. Except she's usually hurt more emotionally and I'm hurt more physically. Either way it's a prison.

Men are meant to be "strong" and "tough" while the women are meant to "obey"
Being here is like a bad cult. A really bad cult.

Yet I'm stuck here. Cooking steak for this asshole.
I washed the potatoes then put them in a pot to boil.
After they were done cooking I mashed them up, piling them on a plate with the steak then covering it all with gravy.

There's more food on this plate then what the servants get for an entire day. Messed up innit?

Grabbing the plate I headed towards the living room. Immediately realizing I forgot his beer.
Oh fuck.

Taking in a deep breath as I walked over to Alex. Handing him the plate, quickly saying, "I'll be right back with your beer."
That should keep me safe... I hope.

"Better be." He grumbled.

Quickly going back into the kitchen I grabbed some beers, handing them to Alex and his buddies.
They roughly pulled them away. But at least they're busy now. They can just get drunk and pass out.

Then it was finally time to head back to the little room I call home. Flopping down on the hard bed. Exhausted, annoyed and confused.
My body quickly fell into a deep sleep.

But as I slept, flashes came to me in my dreams. At first I thought it was just more nightmares.
But this was something different.

I was in the woods, where it was dark and cold, wind rushing through the trees. Then I could sense a presence.
There was someone else there with me.

A guy was just sitting there, menacingly.
Across the pond from me, just staring at each other.

I had never seen him before. Where was he even from? How did he find this place? I thought I was the only one that knew about the pond.

The guy seemed about my age, had dirty blonde hair and his eyes- that just watched me. Almost as if studying me.

Those green eyes were mesmerizing...
For a moment I forgot where I was.
Who was he? Who am I?
Completely lost. Or- was I?

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