"wow" I whisper under my breath.

we just arrived at the council HQ in galway ireland. The building is gorgeous as is the whole country. I stand there amazed at the sight before me.

there were fountains and tall bushes and trees and roses and people milling about. of course I wouldn't let anyone touch me. I am just glad that I can stand in the same exact room as them. or well in the same vicinity since we are outside.

then we walk inside. I figured out that the man who saved was a council member named Axel. I got caught up in my thoughts. again. Oh! while we mention my distraction I should also probably mention that I have ADHD. it means I can't stop moving, I get distracted very easily, and I have really nice reflexes. sadly it means I fiddle which annoys people.

wait a minute.

are those mints?

i want a mint.

ohhh! Bad lindsay. keep focused.

back to the present we are now in a huge room filled with tables and chairs. at the front is a semi-circle with 7 different people. one seemed missing though because there was an empty chair. that must be where council member axle sits.

most of the people tense up and turn around. I can already see the sympathy in their eyes.

My biggest pet peeve:

1. sympathisers.

1a. I get that you feel bad but you have no idea what I have been through

something I think are awesome:

1.empathisers.

1a. they can actually relate. they can trade stories.

Sadly for me there are no empathizers. I am just a girl who had to grow up to fast because my whole pack hates me. I was beaten and raped. malnourished of not only food and water but also a good life and fun.

I cry myself to sleep every night. I never want to sleep because the nightmares attack my mind. I have panic attacks so often that people around me now have no clue how to help. I am drowning in the memories that plague my soul and heart. I feel like giving up.

Unfortunately giving up is not an option. I have to learn to fight. to prove to my old pack that I will not grow up to be a s**tty b**ch like they wanted. just between you and me by the way, I know I have bad language but I don't really care about your opinion about my language.

I look back at every one of them with a startlingly hard glare. "Look, I know that I am a seventeen year old girl but, I have seen more than you ever will and I don't need your sympathy. Can we just get on with this because I don't want to be here with people you try to empathize but can't because they have no idea what I have been through." I tap my foot in a fast pace impatiently.

da di da di da a a

hmmmm

that is a cool pen.

i should look for one of those at the store.

all the sudden I feel a tingle shiver through my body. I reach in front of my face and catch something that was flying at my eye. it was a knife that was thrown from one of the council members. unfortunately I caught to blade and it nicked my hand.

"you were right. she has amazing reflexes." he says blatantly while writing something down. he seemed like a man who would be better suited as an emotionless scientist.

"and I don't enjoy things being thrown at me thank you very much. so how 'bout you go f**k yourself and not throw things- especially knives- at people. didn't your mommy teach you not to throw things at people?" I inquire as he starts to look at me. I give him my best questioning/innocent look.

the innocent look is probably ruined by the scar itching down my face. it was given by my brother. he said that I didn't deserve the beauty that the goddess gave me. he said that the goddess made a mistake. the scar runs down the left side of my face bareilly missing my eye.

he gives me a sneer "Didn't your mommy teach you not to talk to your elders like that?"

i give him a smirk. I start walking up to him and pull him up by his collar. "actually my mother didn't give a f**k about me. well actually she cared about me to test her new potions out on me. you know the ones she illegally made from wolfsbane. The first - and only - lesson I learned from her is that poison can hurt like a b**ch." I smile at him and he flinches. I let him go and walk back to axel.

A Little Extra:

CHAPTER 4 ½

in this story the hierarchy will go like this:

omega

regular wolfs

warriars

gamma

beta

alpha

king of alphas

council

royal wolf family

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Cast:

person as Lindsay Grace

Age: 17 or as she puts is None of your F**king business

super long red hair

honey eyes

REALLY short at 5'(she hates it)

sassy and has a super bad cussing problem(not really a problem to her)

mom: as Lindsay says : B**CH

dad: beta or as Lindsay says: son of a B**CH

siblings: two devil spawn

status: single

likes: books, cussing, food, sleeping, 90's grundge music, heels(so she can be tall. duh.) jeans, t-shirts

dislikes: most people, the coucil, s*lts, awkward siguations and movies, the coucil members(most of them anyway), dresses, all things girly,

People you don't know yet:

disclamer this is NOT a roomie fanfic i am just using him as a character.

Joel berghult as (or as most know hime as roomie(r-OO-me))

Cole Eastman

age: 18

short brown hair

blue eyes

tall at 6'4"

jokester and slightly cough cough really cough cough protective of family

mom: Queen

Dad: King

siblings: 5 awesome younger siblings 3 sisters 2 brothers youngest being 2 years old.

status: single

likes: cookies, singing, being punctual, jokes, art, people

dislike: abusive people, pop music, being called a millennial.(even though he is...)

person as Madison Moore

age: 17

short black died pink hair

brown eyes

5'2"

quiet but sassy

mom: dead

dad: dead

siblings: unknown

status: single

likes: oranges, pink, shopping, books, heels, makeup, her freckles, photography, cameras, 90's grundge music, movies, people, drawing, breaking the fourth wall.

dislikes: school, being short, evil people, being called dumb, getting up early, being cold, liers.