---Seth's POV---

Zayne was slowly getting better; his shaking had finally lessened, along with his drooling. My eyes flitted to the IV bag, noticing that it was nearly halfway before I groaned softly and stretched out, glancing back at the pup.

Alice was still cleaning him up a bit, drying the pup with a hand towel and fluffing it up in the process. Sadly, his leg still hasn't healed, a true reflection of how bad his condition was at the moment. If any one of us broke our leg, it would be healed by the end of the day.

Zayne's leg hasn't even started the healing process yet.

The bed jolted slightly as Wyatt sat down, drawing my eyes to him. He reached a hand out and slowly rubbed Zayne's body, his fingers feather light as they traced through the little Omega's fur.

His green eyes stood guarded when he gingerly brushed over one of Zayne's many scars before he sighed and sat back, shaking his head and mumbling softly to himself. Alice shot him a look but focused back on Zayne as she slowly lifted his lip to check on his teeth.

I leaned forwards, expecting to look at a muzzle full of baby teeth that would fit with his tiny form but I was stunned when I saw the worn canines of an adult wolf. The room was completely silent, safe for the silent dripping of Zayne's IV.

"Shit...Man, that...that's just messed up." Greg cursed, rubbing a hand through his hairs before sagging down on the bed. The rest of the pack was equally astonished, a thick silence lingering in the pack link. Despite not knowing his exact age, it was difficult to look at the small pup lying there while trying to remember we were actually looking at a fully adult wolf.

"Wolves are considered adult when they're 17 so we know he's older than that." I added silently, nuzzling the soft fur in Zayne's neck before Alice pushed me away, gently but still firm. With a low grumble, I stalked to the end of the bed before sitting down, twitching my ears with a lowered head.

I know little about Omegas, since they were rather rare in the packs. But what I did know about them were random facts that we couldn't use in our current situation. Ugh, I had the feeling that there was something missing...but what?

Hopping off the bed, my paws started pulling me back and forth the wall, Greg snorting and shaking his head at my pacing. I only tilted my ear at him once, not dignifying him with any other response.

There must be a way that I can help the Omega...How?

My mind drew me back to when I first came into the pack and I had to scoff; back then, I was scared shitless of the guys, a pack of ten wolves who were all bigger than me. In my eyes, they acted weird, unlike a normal pack should act.

"The Omega feels the same way no doubt." I silently mused to myself, turning at the small table and ignoring the way how my claws barely caught on the soft carpet. Each step that I took was a step in my past, knowing that there was no way to help Zayne past his apprehension towards the pack.

Only time could heal those wounds. But I remembered the first few weeks I had spent in the pack in a similar way; shivering and shaking in fear, wondering when these wolves were going to act normal, and dreading the moment they would.

Wyatt's head shot up, dark blonde hair slightly curling against his cheeks as he stared at me with an intrigued expression. "Of course!" He suddenly exclaimed, smiling brightly as he nodded to himself.

"Why didn't we think of that sooner, you're right Seth! Its just like when you were introduced to the pack; you were running on instincts!" He spoke to the others as I sat down, tilting my head in confusion.

But I didn't say-

Shaking my head, I jumped away from the door when it slammed open, revealing most of the pack coming in. Wyatt turned at them with a brilliant smile before blinking those hazel green eyes at Alpha Lee.

"Sir, We believe that Zayne is partially being led by his instincts. We don't know how long or how much the pup has been abused, but we do know he's legally an adult." He explained, gaining a soft nod from Lee as he glanced down at the still dazed Zayne.

"So...we have a scared teen wolf on our hands, who has been through God knows what and doesn't trust us for a heartbeat. He probably didn't want to eat or drink from anything we gave him, due to fear or what he's been brought up with." Lee quickly analyzed, gaining several nods and growled agreements.

Lee sighed deeply, rubbing over his face with a tired expression. I could tell our Alpha was mentally cataloging everything he needed to do, other pack law he was going to contact for more information and no doubt the warning he was going to issue amost our fellow officials.

This wasn't the only part of Pack Law; we were all splintered into small packs, assigned to govern the packs closest to us and keep a good eye out for any signs that things were amiss...like Zayne's condition for instance.

No doubt the center of Pack Law would be extremely interested, let alone infuriated by the information of Zayne and the poor condition he was found in. I was just glad that he was found and that we now could work on his recovery.

"We need to bring in that human...he could tell us more about the Omega." Lee sighed eventually, removing his hand from his face, revealing the worry lines edged on his face and the anger still simmering in those eyes. A few members of the pack stepped up, no doubt ready to follow up on Lee's quiet command but they were halted by Terrance' voice.

"No need sir." His deep voice drawled with a hint of amusement as he stepped in the room, his big paws clapped firmly on a young man's shoulders. "Seems like the pup was trying to find his way inside anyways." He added with humor, drawing a flush on the boy's cheeks.

I winched, drawing back in an attempt to hide my form behind the door. What was Terrance thinking, pulling an uninformed human into a werewolf pack? Our secrets were going to be revealed!

Terrance turned my way, sending me a cocky wink, which I responded with a scowl before I frowned, taking a hesitant step closer. Terrance eyes, which were usually a chocolaty brown, were now flaring a bright gold, indicating his wolf's presence.

Tilting my head to the side, I couldn't figure out why his wolf was just there until Alice let out a high pitched giggle and congratulated Terrance for his find. My eyes instantly widened, tail flicking happily through the air as I stepped away from my crappy hiding spot.

They're mates!

---Zayne's POV---

My eyes didn't want to open, no matter how hard I tried. I could hear people moving around me, the deep rumbling of their voices oddly soothing yet unnerving at the same time. I couldn't understand what they were saying as my ear had also decided to fail on me.

The only thing properly working was my nose and instincts. I remembered the fear, the tightening in my chest as I had struggled to breath, watching three new wolves fighting with each other. And then I drew blank, faintly remembering being picked up and carried somewhere.

What are they doing to me?

I tried to lift my head but barely managed to twitch a muscle, let alone move one of my uncooperative limbs. That didn't mean I was numb to the world though; I clearly felt hands petting through my fur, spreading a weird warm sensation through my body.

My brows furrowed thoughtfully as I tried to shy away from the touch but no such luck. I couldn't remember when I was ever petted before, unless with Mike. He was the only one who showed me a glimmer of kindness without slapping me in the face for trusting him.

At the thought of Mike, my nose twitched, catching a familiar nutty scent that made fear and nausea coil in my stomach. His scent was disturbingly real and fresh, meaning that he was in the same room as I was or...

My breathing hitched, a muffled whine slipping from my muzzle. From what I've seen from my former pack, werewolves don't associate with humans unless they want to hide their dirty deeds, like when the Alpha cleaned his hands from me.

I hadn't realized that my ragged breathing caused the dizzying spinning in my head until a slightly familiar hand rubbed over my chest, soothing me slightly as Mike's voice softly reached my ear.

"Calm down Zayne. I'm right here, relax."

How did he know my name? The pack...the pack told him, but then-

"Shh...easy." Mike murmured softly, the surface underneath me dipping softly until I was tilted up and rested against smooth skin and clothing that oddly smelled like wolf, leather and Mike.

It was the same way Mike had held me before his brother had tossed me out in the snow; his finger was slowly petting over my muzzle, tracing from my nose bridge down to my nose before it went back up again.

My limbs flopped uselessly as I still struggled on the simple task to open my eyes while my mind kept nagging, asking the same question I've asked every time Mike has showed me nothing but kindness.

"Why? Why are you doing this? It's not normal! You're supposed to hit me, punch, bite, scream, not this.

I'm unlovable!

Stop loving me!"

Finally, my eyes twitched before I slowly managed to peel them open, blinking against the light before somebody dimmed it. Opening my eyes again, I found myself in Mike's arms with three pairs of eyes staring curiously at us.

My tail automatically curled against my stomach at the attention, a slight shiver starting up while Mike started to shush me before leaning back to reach in his pocket. Soon enough he withdrew his hand, revealing the smoked chicken jerky he always saved for me, as a treat.

The scent wafted up to my nose, making my stomach snarl angrily and creating a few smiles through the room, though they held a hint of sadness.

"Here, eat something Zayne."

My ears instantly flattened as I withdrew from his touch, remembering my place. This wasn't my food. I hadn't earned it so I wasn't allowed to eat. Even back in my old pack, if I was fed, it was always scraps of old meat or dried bones that were tossed at my head.

They wouldn't waste perfectly fine meat on a mongrel like me. So why was everyone here doing the exact opposite? It was confusing and scaring me at the same time. Mike frowned softly before sighing and closing his eyes, opening them again with a warning spark in their dark depths.

"Zayne, you need to eat." He spoke curtly, a demand barely there. I winched and hesitantly reached forwards, already feeling saliva pool in my mouth as Mike and the others watched my every move with emotions I couldn't quite place.

When my nose bumped against the strip of jerky, I winched, almost expecting Mike to smile evilly and bash me on the head for being so incredibly stupid. Instead, I felt the meat being nudged against my lip, making me whine softly as I was reminded of what I should do.

Opening my mouth slowly, I softly nipped at the meat, being careful not to touch Mike's hand as I got a hold of the chewy stick. A few deep intakes of breath disturbed the silence, reminding me that we had an audience and I froze.

The heavenly taste of the chicken was flooding my mouth, making me want to split the small stick in half and gobble it down but at the same time, I was scared to death to eat it.

What if they're just joking, testing me? What if I'm not even supposed to accept the meat? These wolves might've only told Mike my name, not what I am...what if they're going to kill him for feeding me?

My eyes flashed through the room, spotting several ridiculously huge werewolves watching us, a few of them familiar, most of them new. Everyone was staring at me with various expressions, ranging from pity to anger, sadness to happiness.

I jerked slightly when I was moved before softly placed down on the floor; Mike had obviously realized why I wasn't eating the food, as I had usually snuck back into my crate or hid under the bed to eat in relative safety.

A lesson hard learned; if I ate out in the open, the rest of the pack would steal my food and make a show out of attacking me, often leaving me with open wounds and deep gashes.

Shivering all over my body, I stopped when my eyes landed on a familiar crate before I scurried towards it, ignoring several whimpers and a few muttered curses as I nestled in my spot.

This is where I belong.