(Rated M for mild violence, mentions of past trauma/drug use.) 

The pup was still filthy and reeked of alpha's, Colt grumbling to himself the entire time he spent washing the boy up. Cursing himself for not getting one of the mother's at the clubhouse to do it for him. Feeling like it took him forever to clean all the dirt and smell from him, taking longer because he had to be mindful of all the things Stitch did and the simple fact the boy was nothing but dead weight. Even for his light and small frame, it was a chore for Colt to do. 

Laying him down on his sofa in the middle of the living room placing one of his extra blankets over him and even a pillow under his head, setting him up to the point that he looked somewhat comfortable to him before he got himself in the shower and then went to bed, knowing tomorrow was going to be a long ass day for him. 

Like clockwork Colt woke up at four thirty-two am, he woke up every morning at that time exactly not because he was an early bird but because that was the moment his mother died and he was born. Part of him wanted to believe it was the so-called curse placed upon him, but he knew it was more of him being in his own head about it all. Colt tormented as a child about killing his mother that even as an adult it still got to him. 

To shake the feeling he usually got up to get something to drink or use the restroom before he tried to go back to sleep. Padded feet moved across his polished wood flooring to the bathroom on the other side of his apartment. His eyes still covered with sleep for him to notice the little pile in the corner of the living room or that the sofa was no longer holding a knocked out boy. 

It wasn't till he heard something behind him that he snapped from his sleepy state and into full attack mode. Turning with a quick grab as something shining in the moonlight glimmered before him. One large hand to each wrist of the small boy, slamming him down hard to the ground on his back. Colt growling baring teeth, threatening as he hovered over him. 

"Drop it." He ordered leaning in close next to him, pressing harder onto the wrist that held one of his large kitchen knives within it. 

For the first time in a long time, Sage chose to fight back not that he had any strength too, kicking and thrashing under the large unknown alpha, his growl scaring him, telling him that he wasn't playing around but still he held onto the knife not loosening his hold on it. 

"I don't ask twice." Snapped Colt, picking the boy's wrist up beating it against the floor a few times before he finally let go. One more wack he was sure he would have broken it. 

Sage let out a cry of pain as his wrist hit the hard flooring a second time. The metal blade skidded across the wood to the base of the front door. His thrashing was quite pitiful to Colt as he clearly overpowered the small male. 

"Stop." He growled again, "Unless you want me to really hurt you." 

Anger rolling through Colt threatening an already injured boy who's probably lived a life of nothing but the same kind of treatment wasn't the best way to go about things, but that didn't cross his mind at all. He was pissed off the boy was in his home and just tried to attack him with his own kitchen knife. 

Colt held Sage in place even after he stopped thrashing around not sure if it was more of him or the boy. His light blue eyes looking deep into the emerald green ones before him, letting out a huff as he tried to center himself. No longer snarling at him. 

Sage was terrified, he woke up in a place he didn't know with the scent of a strong alpha he's never smelt. Afraid that maybe his Master cashed in on the threat he always promised would come when he acted out. Passing him off to someone ever more cruel and hateful than him. His mind in a daze from the drugs, even more, confused that he was cleaned and given a comfortable place to rest without chains or bindings. 

Wondering if his mind was playing an evil trick on him? It wouldn't be the first time he's dreamt of being somewhere safe. 

Pulling the blanket off the sofa and placing himself in the far corner of the room, finding more comfort there with his back against a wall so anyone coming for him would be right in front of him too see. It wasn't till he heard the male getting up that the sight of the knives came into view from across the room. Not thinking, just acting, grabbing the biggest one in the block with a shaking hand as he waited for him to pass by and lunge out. 

Sage had never attempted to attack or hurt anyone in his life, the need to fight back winning out in him this time, no longer cowering down and just taking it. Feeling that he was already at the end of the road so why not try and be strong for once. 

"You good?" Questioned Colt as he let go of the male's wrist slowly, still straddling over him till he got a nod. 

Sage pulled his legs up and close to himself for protection, putting as much space between them as he could, watching as Colt backed off sitting on the floor next to him, resting against the breakfast bar of the kitchen. His green eyes glancing at the blade on the floor. 

"If you wanna die." Colt saw the glance, calling him out on it, honest with his words. 

If he went for the blade Colt would have no issues with ending him. He just had his one chance at surviving with him. It was wolf against wolf at that point, Colt not seeing it as an unfair fight by it being omega verse alpha. 

Sage pulled himself tighter, burying his head in submission. Colt grunting as he pushed himself up grabbing the knife from the floor placing it on the counter top. It was too fucking early to be dealing with shit like this. 

"Why's your shit in the corner?" Colt spoke annoyed and pissed off. 

He didn't need the boy to spike a worse fever than the one he already had, giving his father something more to bark at him about. Snatching the blanket up from the floor placing it back on the sofa. 

"I put you there for a reason, so stay there." 

Sage not saying anything, not even looking up at him. His tone said it all, he wasn't asking but telling him what he wanted. Telling himself it was best if he didn't say anything or do anything. At least until he figured out what was going on. 

"You got a name?" 

Colt looked directly at the boy, "Hey? You got a name?"

"Sage." He spoke dry and raspy. 

"Fuck." He forgot the fluids. 

Sage peered up as he heard the male moving about, looking away as he moved back into frame, hearing the sound of a glass hitting the floor in front of him. 

"Drink it and go back to sleep." 

Colt not saying another word as he went to the bathroom as he planned originally to do. Happy to see that Sage moved back to the sofa when he walked back through to his bedroom, a half-drunk glass of water on the coffee table. Making a quick u-turn to the kitchen grabbing all knives he had as well as the kitchen shears in the draw. 

"So you don't get any more ideas." He huffed as he carried them all into his bedroom.