Prologue: The Wolves We Are

As a child, I used to be scared of the dark, and like any child, I would wish for the sun to rise to give me the imaginary protection I sought. The murky black and odd shapes I believed were monsters made me frightened and take cover under my blankets. Somehow I believed that would put some sort of barrier between the monster and me.

I remember so many sleepless nights when my imagination took over and I would Imagine a monster coming out of the inky black darkness, jaws open wide and saliva dripping onto the floor as growls filled the room.

Being a young girl, I didn't understand what I was, that I or even my family was the very monsters I was afraid of and as you know it, us monsters now embraced the darkness that came upon the earth every night. And that thing I saw every night in my room, happened to be the very thing lurking inside of me, my wolf.

Though I wish it was as strong as it used to portray itself when I was young. Compared to the others, I was weak. My wolf never really accepted me as being one with her, and she still doesn't. I guess I was an oddball from the start. Not only was I an omega but my wolf didn't accept me either. Though I didn't learn that until I was a little older than 8, and he came along.

I come from a really big family of 4 brothers, and 2 sisters. All of my older siblings were alphas, and like many alphas, they had a natural instinct to create their own pack and they did just that. Each of my four brothers growing up to be independent and strong as they claimed territory and miragated with others of their blood, while both my sisters didn't have any problem finding an alpha male that was to their liking.

Me, on the other hand, was a stupid omega. I was rare as both my parents were alphas, hence why my siblings were all alphas but my father didn't mind. He would coddle me telling me I was fine where I was and I would always be his little omega pup.

When I was small I was fine with being told that and accepted the idea of being an omega and being different from my family. Even though my brothers would make fun of me, my sisters would stick up for me in my stead. I was happy and content, and I would play with my siblings and other children from my pack and that tiny fragment of happiness I felt had ended when I met him.

I remember it clearly like it was yesterday, it was a crisp and chilly autumn afternoon, my siblings and the local children all gathered in my backyard, playing in the colorful assortment of leaves by the woods. Everyone was giggling, pushing, shoving and wrestling with one another, including myself. I was fond of such memories like these.

Though eventually I grew tired of the packs roughhousing and I found my back leaned against a tree as I sketched as best as an eight-year-old could. His first words to me were...

"Your drawings suck." the boy had snottily said peering down at me and I found my eyes lifting from the pad of paper on my lap, to the owner of the voice. It was the first time I had heard him, and like the first time I had heard his voice, it happened to also be our first meeting.

The boy had narrow blue eyes, though his eyes were on the darker side, If I were to guess they would either be closer to a dark blue or grey. His skin was a pasty white, while his hair was the color of midnight reaching just about the nape of his neck, his bangs barely touching his eyebrows.

I found myself silent in his presence, and the more I stared at him, I knew of the difference between us. Even then, I felt puny in his presence, and I could tell how powerful he would become in years to come. He had rivaled even my older brothers in power, who were years ahead of him.

Before I even got a chance to speak my opinion, I saw a taller man standing behind him, who looked just as scary and if it wasn't for my father also being there I would have probably ran with my tail literality tucked between my legs. The man wore a black trench coat, a hat, and his face also resembled the boy in a sense, though he was obviously far older.

The man who I also assumed to be his father placed his hand on his shoulder and the boy had looked up at him when he did. The older man spoke, "Levi y'know you have to be a little nicer to the ladies. Do you really want to be some lonely old man like me when you grow up?"

I see the boy's lips purse and he hisses showing no respect to the older man which I found odd, "I don't care. I was just being honest and telling her that her drawings are shit.."

I feel my eyes glance away and I hold my notebook to my chest suddenly feeling self-conscious, my father who was not far behind them approaches us and he says being a little more sheepish than normal "Um, Kenny. Are you sure it's ok to leave him here? I mean...our pack has plenty of room it's just-"

"Ah, He will be fine. Won't Cha boy?" the scruffy man asks patting the head of the boy roughly and also cutting off my father but the boy says nothing and he wallows in his own silence.

The boy begins to pout and he moves away muttering to himself as he storms up the hill and towards my home where my mother was waiting for him, "Whatever. This pack is nothing like the one we had at home...You had to ruin everything...as usual."

Levi Ackerman. The most rudest man I have ever met but yet he was also the strongest alpha male that I have crossed paths with, it was in the norm for alphas to be a bit harsh but he went a little overboard. If you wanted to join his pack, you had to be a fighter. Even the omegas of his pack that were considered the bottom of the food chain in the world of wolves, were strong.

As a young boy, he had stayed with us for some time and he had very few manners. My father would tell me that it wasn't his fault, that during his childhood he got separated from his mother, and joined one of the worsts pack on the face of the earth. I never got the name of the pack he was in as a child but if it had anything to do with Kenny, then it was probably bad.

He only stayed with us for about three years, and even though I was an omega, I constantly challenged him. I was a stupid child who knew no better and at first, I tried treating him like my brothers but that didn't go over to well...One of my memories during this time was...

"Ow you're hurting me Levi! Stop it!" I scream though it sounded more like a squeal or cry for help to my nearby pack members as he had me pinned down. His hand pushing my face into the dirt, while he held both my arms behind my back, bending them at an awkward angle as one of his knee was ground into my lower back harshly. I was unable to move, and as a wolf, it's one of the worst feelings ever.

"When are you going to give up? Huh? You stupid fat faced ginger." He hissed at me from behind, his voice just beginning to break and change into that of a man's voice, and just like that he was more violent. He was a young alpha male, and just like my brothers, he was going through changes and urges. During times like these, things got broken and destroyed when their tempers got the best of them.

I was told multiple times by my parents and even my brothers, do not go near Levi as he was beginning to change. But what had I done? I tried roughhousing with him, a thing I did with family members and pack members and I thought I could consider him as such but in the end, Levi was Levi. I had snuck up on him when he was in the woods and I had tried tackling him. I had ended up in the position I was in now.

I was younger than Levi but not by much, I was eleven at the time, while he was fifteen, he was a little bit of a late bloomer. I thought, maybe we were just going through the same changes but we weren't. First of all, I was female, he was male. I was an omega, he was alpha. I was dumb and ugly in his eyes, and I found him smart and handsome in my eyes. We were completely different, and not only once had he destroyed my feelings but multiple times.

I feel hot tears running down my face and I yell "Get off me. I give up ok? I admit I'm just a stupid fat faced ginger." This had been his nickname for me the entire time he lived in my household. I had ginger hair and a baby face but Levi liked to called it a fat face..but maybe he had considered me fat? I had no idea what was going on in that teenage brain of his.

Though he made me feel self-conscious one too many times growing up. Whether it was telling me I looked like shit, or he would sneer at the outfit I choose for the day or he was picking on me for being weak and not doing anything about it even though I tried everything to become stronger.

His grip got tighter around my arms and I hear him growl some more as he placed more of his weight on to me "Are you going to leave me alone now? Go run home to mommy and daddy and be called 'their little omega pup' and be some coddled some more?" His tone was obviously mocking and I heard snickers in the distance from my pack members which didn't make me feel any better.

At this point in time, all I could do was grossly sob into the dirt and it was obvious now unlike before. My chest heaving, my body trembling, and not to mention the gasps and sobs coming from my mouth.

I then felt his grip loosen and he just muttered a little stunned "Are you crying...?" Then when I didn't reply he got off me before he muttered under his breath walking away "Gross. I didn't even do anything. Anyway, you started it, you stupid omega brat. Next time, start something you're going to finish."

And what did I do after this? Did I talk back to him and call him a dick? Did I hit him and run? Did I run home to my parents? No, I did none of those things. Instead, I sobbed into the dirt for an hour as my pack members laughed until they got bored and then I ran home to my parents and cried about it for hours more. And of course, I got lectured in the meanwhile and Levi got yelled at by my father telling him he hurt my feelings. Which that didn't go over too well either and Levi told him 'to fuck off.' and that he was a 'fucking pig who hasn't got laid in years.' Which only angered my father some more.

After this incident, and the many more to come, I was the laughing stock of my pack the entire time I was growing up. One of my worst fears. I was picked on for my attributes, my skills, my lame attitude, my appearance, basically everything. I never really fit in properly after that and even now I was a late bloomer just like he had once been.

And this is where my story begins, a now sixteen-year-old she-wolf trying to fit in and still trying to snag the attention of an alpha male of another pack who never really liked me, to begin with. This is for sure to go over well...wasn't it?

Authors Note: Well, well, well, I made yet another Levi fanfiction revolving around an AU. *Sighs* but any favorites, follows, or reviews are deeply appreciated! :)