"We got a dog," my cousin told me as I entered the house.

My uncle was babysitting me for the week. My mom went to two cooking convection every year. One was held in the spring and one was held in the summer. A week with my uncle and cousin was fun.

I had another cousin, but he got sick and died. I miss him too and I know his brother misses him too. Mom told my uncle they should get a dog.

"I am going to go get him. It might take a few minutes." I watched my cousin leave.

Since I had been here for a while, I knew were everything was. The kitchen was one of my favorite places. Mom loves kitchens too. I grabbed a small plastic glass and poured some water from the water cooler. There wasn't a drop spilled.

Five-years-old and I can pour water without spilling it.

The dog ran into the kitchen. Putting the cup carefully on the counter so I wouldn't spill it, I reached down to pet the dog. The dog bit my hand and dragged me out of the kitchen.

"Ty," I screamed. "The dog got me."

I kicked the dog so hard he whined. The dog let go of me and I ran into a bedroom. Before I could close the door the dog grabbed me again. This time the dog tore off a layer of skin.

"Ty, Uncle, help."

The dog grabbed my left leg and pulled me away from the door. Crying. Thinking I am dead. The dog was thrown off me.

"Micky, you are going to be okay," said my uncle and he carried me out of the bedroom.

Rabies, I thought. The dog gave me rabies. I am going to die like my cousin. He had a high fever, like this one. He lived two months longer then what the doctor said he would live. I started to cry. Was this the way my cousin felt? He was the same age as me.

"You are not suppose to turn children," said my uncle.

My cousin muttered. "Her parents don't want her. Her father left her mother and her mother is at a cooking convection. She is not your daughter, dad."

"She is family, son. I turned you, because I thought you were going to be a good wolf."

"Dad, she is different. I felt terrible for hurting her."

My uncle sighed. "She is an Omega."

"Wow! So she is going to fucking make it. Why didn't you turn him?"

"We DON'T TURN CHILDREN."

"Well, I did."

"I want my mom," I cried. My uncle walked into my room. He placed a hand on my head. "I am going to get you some water."

He came back a few moments later with water and another man. "You should take her out of the state. She is going live and they will place her in a pack and probably kill you too. Charles will definitely kill your son."

The man walked over to me. "Don't worry our submissive wolf. We are going to take good care of you."

My uncle gave me some water to drink. They talked about as soon as I am well they will stage a robbery gone wrong.

Two Days later

We left Chicago, and Illinois when the fever broke and I was normal. They were lying to me as left to the South. The man stated we were going to live there for a short time. I was going to be okay.

"I want my mom," I cried.

The man looked at me and hit me. "Don't cry and don't you ever bring up your parents again."

The man scared me and I watched as the scenery changed. It was straight corn fields. There wasn't any city, or anything familiar to me.

"How am I going to my school," I asked. I liked my teachers and I finally made new friends.

The man looked at me. "Homeschool. You will learn all you need to know at homeschool. We are your family now."

"I like my school."

The man grabbed my throat. "I say what school you like." He squeezed enough to block air, but not enough that I couldn't exhale.

"I have to go potty."

My cousin escorted me to the bathroom. Someone told me this was the best time to escape. I couldn't leave my family to the mean man. I also had to go really bad too.

Four days later!

This was my new home. They locked me up in a cage. The man left me for hours only to bring me food. He told me to eat and be happy. I wanted to go home.

The man sat down and watched me eat. He gave me meat. All the food was meat. I wanted my mom's food. I wanted my mom.

The man gave me a book, math, and other school stuff. He informed me that I won't use any of it and it was wasted on me. He was just pleasing my uncle.

We left a few days later. My mom wasn't mad when my uncle told her something came up from work.

I was happy because I was home.

Ty felt terrible for taking me away from mom. He convinced them I should go home and people would look for me.

I was home.