Jolene's pov.
I woke up a pounding in my head. I guess that's what happens when you cut to deep, and lose a lot of blood. Thanks to my father being an alpha, it doesn't last long. However they may be alpha, but im an omega, the lowest thing on the totum pole in wolf society. I'm a disgrace to them you. You see i as born with 1 green eye and 1 brown eye. I sleep in my basement. honestly to me its the urban. I like it but it's supposed to be a punishment. My black hair swayed as I walked to school. My makeup was black eyeliner with grey eyeshadow.
My nails were black acrilic
My Metallica shirt hung off of my shoulder, and my black jeans were tucked into my boots covered in buckles.
My parents may have disowned me, but the rest of the pack doesn't know that. In order to keep the happy family act up, they provide me with nice things. My cut wrists were covered in bracelets. The colors consisting of blue, red, and black. I'm what I guess you could call the definition of goth. When I finally arrived at school, I was half way to the doors just minding my own damn business, when I was shoved out of the way by our pack slut. She was chasing Cain, my older brother. "Baby, why didn't you call me last night?", She wined. I watched and laughed Cain hates her. The only thing he likes from her is the pleasure he gets from being around that bitch. "Darling I got busy." Yeah busy doing Silva last night. I could hear her screams down stairs behind 2 doors. That will haunt me in my nightmares. I got up slowly making my way to the doors carefully not to cross Cain. He'd probably slap me for being in his presence. I had gotten inside and went to my locker,
and retrieved the booksi need for my next class, when I was shoved and fell. I just slid back till my back hit the wall. I leaned back closing my eyes. I crossed my legs to do my math homework, when the raid bell went off alerting us that there was a pack attacking the school. Later wolves from the raiding pack were filling the halls. I laughed as Cain ran into the wall breaking his nose. A man pulled me up by my throat, he checked my neck and face for a moment, then he dragged me outside by my hair. He threw me on the ground and slapped me. I shrugged it off getting up dusting off my jeans fixing my hair. " you done yet?" "Where's your father? " He yelled at me. "I dont know, dead hopefully." I murmured the last part." Dont lie to me, he will come for you." "No he wont I was disowned. He dosen't give a damn about me. Neither of them do" "your lying to me." "would i lie about this?" I lifted my shirt to reveal several scars from my father whipping me, then the scars i had added to the glorious trophy collection. "What is that?" He pointed to the red mark tattooed into my side. "Its a symbol for pathetic"