Chapter 3- Becker the lone wolf and an omega

For as long as he could remember Becker was a lone wolf, a beta without a pack. It wasn't that he didn't want to belong, but many packs had shunned him because his father was pure wolf while his mother was a mutt, a wolf that was bitten against the Alpha's orders. His father was seen as unloyal for choosing his mate over pack, and was chased out along with Becker's mother after his father had brought her to show his pack.

Many thought Becker would betray any pack he came into because of his father's actions, and it came to a point where he resigned himself to believe he would betray his pack. He thought he would be a lone wolf for his whole life until he had stumbled upon Nick's. He thought it was unusual to see one so small, about 3 or 4 members, if you included Lester. They also changed into their wolf forms more than the other packs he's seen, but he had yet to see them in their wolf form. Sure they had asked if he wanted to go for a hunt, but his father's actions made him afraid, if they knew what his father did would they kick him out? Or would he betray them like he was told he would?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to risk it.

Connor was the first to make him feel like he could be part of the pack during their first dinosaur hunt together, where they found Sarah, a new member of their group. He bantered with him as they waited for Nick to contact them. Nick and Stephen were a little warier of him. He didn't blame them, wolves were fiercely protective of their pack, and how close Connor was getting to him may have made them nervous. But over a while they started to warm up to him, but Becker was still afraid to go hunting with them, to find a place in their pack. If he did join he would be their only beta, which was even more unusual. Most packs had one alpha and many beta's, and only on the rare occasion did they have an omega. Nick's pack was mainly alpha's, with Connor as an omega.

Becker didn't know much about omega's, only what he was told, he never met one until he met Connor and asked why his scent smelt different. Connor had winced when he asked and asked not to talk about it, apparently being an omega was a sore subject. The strength of a pack depended on the strengths of its members, an omega's were known to be weaker than beta's and alpha's in both human and wolf forms.

They were weaker physically, but they were known to be faster, more agile and had better senses. Because of this they usually served as scouts. Respecting his wishes, he backed off until Cutter had approached him. Apparently the last pack Connor was in abused him, both physically and mentally. He had mostly recovered, but it was still a bad subject for him.

Becker's father had told him Omega's were sometimes mistreated by certain packs because of their weakness, but they never kicked them out of their packs for status reasons. Omega's were such a rarity that packs strove to have one to show how superior their packs were to others, sometimes going to wars with other packs just to get their Omega's.

Becker walked into the main area of the arc, looking around for any threats out of habit. It was a habit he had picked up when he was younger. It was dangerous being a lone wolf, especially the son of a pack traitor. If he wasn't careful, he was often jumped. He decided to join the army as soon as he had finished school to get stronger so he could protect himself.

He noticed a quick movement out of the corner of his eye and dodged to the left as a shape jumped past him. He turned around, arms raised before he noticed Connor sprawled out on the ground. Picking up on Becker's natural defensiveness Connor had made it a mission to try and sneak up on him, and although he was better than most, he often stumbled or tripped just before reaching him.

Becker dropped his stance and stretched a hand down which Connor took and helped the younger man up. "Nice try," he said "but next time either be quicker or come from behind."

"Yeah okay." Connor replied rubbing the bak of his neck. He looked around nervously for a second before meeting Becker's eye. "Hey I know you usually refuse but will you come on a hunt with the pack this weekend? A herd of deer were spotted passing through the forest in our hunting grounds two days earlier, were going to track them down, they're with young so they shouldn't be moving too fast."

"Connor…"

Connor cut him off "Come on. Even Lester's comin'."

"Lester?"

"Yeah," he said "why not?" He hasn't gone hunting for a while and he doesn't want to get stiff, but his bringing his pups along. Their about old enough for their first hunt, and Cutter agreed."

"Okay." Becker relented, seeing a pleading look in Connor's eyes. "But only this once." He said pointing a finger at Connor.

"Cool." Connor's mouth split into a big wolfish grin, then he walked away, presumably to tell Cutter Becker was coming.