"Derek, sweetie. Come here!" A small middle aged woman with kind brown eyes, a warm smile, and wavy chocolate brown hair in light purple robes called to a young man of about twenty.

Derek lifted himself from the field work he was doing, ran a hand through his messy short black hair, and jogged over to the window his mother is at; his strong limbs showed from his simple white robe as he moved. He wasn't buff per say, but he definitely wasn't lean either."Yeah mom?"

She held out a parcel wrapped in a cloth. "Could you run down to town and give your father his lunch? He forgot it again."

"Again? Sure, no problem." He took the parcel from her hands.

"Your a good son Derek." She said patting his stubble cheek. "I swear if it wasn't for you, that man would have died from starvation a long time ago, with how often he forgets his food. And you know I would never bother to bring it to him." She laughed

"You love him mom." He stated as he started to walk off.

"I don't know why sometimes."

"Bye ma, I'll be back soon to finish up."

"Take your time sweetie. I know how you've wanted to do everything since your alpha senses developed, but I'm starting to look lazy with how much you do around here compared to me. So I will do the rest in the garden. Don't count your beta mother out!"

"You sure? Cause I.."

"GO! Waste some time doing whatever it is teenagers do these days. Have fun! I don't want you back till dinner!"

Derek frowned, but gave his mother a smile and wave as he continued off.

It's not that I mean to take up most of the work, it's just to keep me busy. I don't really get along with some of the people in town; well most of the people in town. My father is the local sheriff, so you wouldn't think getting along with people would be a problem. Unfortunately my people skills are nonexistent, and it's not through lack of trying on my part. I have tried multiple times to 'fit in' but it has never turned out well. I'm going to have a boring evening.

Up ahead I see a cart on the side of the road, I don't think anything of it till I pass by and see an old beta wrapping his mule's ankle. "Do you need help sir?"

"Why yes! Thank you so much young ma-Derek!" He got off the ground and turned in shock to see me. I would have been insulted if I wasn't already used to it.

"I could help bring down your load to town. I'm on my way to drop off my father's lunch anyway." I said showing him the parcel.

"NO! I mean no, its fine. My old girl here just nicked her ankle, it's not broken. No need to help." I didn't need my alpha senses to know he was lying. "If we don't make it to the market in time to pick up my wife, well that will just be my fault for pushing her to hard."

"It's not a problem. I will bring you to the market." I told him as I picked up his mule and put it in the back of his cart next to some pots that smelled like there was food in them.

"No, really! My wife is a fighter, she wouldn't be bothered to walk back home, and we could pick up whatever it is she bought tomorrow." He said with slight panic in his voice.

"Hold this please." He grabbed the food in question. Then I hoisted him up on his seat.

"Even if you do walk us to town, you probably wouldn't make it in time to give the sheriff his food." He said trying to discourage me one last time.

"That is why I will run." I smirked at him. I grabbed the two pulling masts and sped off. The landscapes flew right past me as ran down the old worn path. I quickly approached the old town, passing by people with quick excuse me's. I slid into a stop, and was happily surprised my sandal soles didn't wear out again, but I did notice a scratch quickly healing on my leg. I must have kicked up a rock that got my leg, oh well. I turned around and winced at the queasy face of the old beta. "One of the stables will let you borrow a stead until your mule is able to walk again. May I have the parcel back?" I put a hand on his shoulder to settle him.

"Yeah, here you go." He dizzily handed me the food. "Thank you, and I will just rest here a moment." I let him be and walked off to the sheriff's building. I forgot to mention I'm also a little different than from everyone else. I was born with a rapid healing ability and super strength, which allows me to be a bit faster and more agile than most people. My parents say I was a gift from the gods; not everyone shares that opinion.

"Dad." I called as soon as I walked into his room. He looked up from the scrolls on his desk, and gave a small smile. He and I were one of the few alphas in town. It's uncommon to be an alpha in a small town outside of the cities where most go to school, but usually there were a few. The majority of people were betas though, and it was just in general rare to come across an omega, not unheard of, just rare.

"Hello son. I'm sorry I forgot my lunch again."

"It's not a problem. Mom just worries you will starve to death if you keep forgetting it." He laughed at that while I put his food in front of him. He opened it up; there was bread and cheese with some grapes.

"No meat I see." He said sadly.

"You know she only gives us meat for breakfast and sometimes diner."

"Unless it's a holiday, yes I know. But still how does she expect us alphas to keep our strength if we only get meat for breakfast!" I just rolled my eyes. He has been trying to get me on his meat all meals campaign since I could talk. Which I admit sounds delicious, but it would be pointless since mom always wins in the end. "Are you going to head back now?"

"No, she kicked me out till dinner. So I was just going to stay here. You need me to do anything?"

"No nothing… Wait! I have this scroll that needs to be posted on the town message board." He grabbed a short scroll from under the pile on his desk. "This doesn't need to be posted till tomorrow, but I suppose it going up a day early won't hurt anyone."

He placed the piece of paper in my hand. "OK. I'll go now." I turned out the door.

"I'll be here." Came his voice from the room.

I took in the sights, smells, and sounds of the village. It hasn't changed much over the years. There were still little kids running around and being dragged by their parents, some teens my age playing a game with sticks. I think it was called lacrosse? My dad tried to get me interested in the sport, but the first time I tried I accidentally broke some kid's leg. Since then, no one wanted me to play even if the sheriff convinced everyone it was an accident, which it was. The adults talked and bargained, and carts passed by. The one thing that defiantly didn't change was the ten feet of space everyone gave me as I walked. I don't remember when they started to do it, but one day I noticed wherever I go in town, people always stay at least ten feet away when I'm walking. I don't mind, it makes them feel safe.

A small ball rolled in front of me. I picked it up and noticed it was the same one the other teens were playing with. One of them came running up to me. "Hey could pass the bal-Derek!"

"Do you need another player?" I don't know what compelled me to ask but what's done is done.

"Uhh really? G, thanks for the offer, but we have even teams and it's easier to keep it at an even number." He took the ball from my hand and ran off. "Man, what a loser!" He said it low enough that he thought I didn't hear it, but he must of forgot of my alpha senses.

I continued to the town message board, it was on the first column of the pillars surrounding the market place. As I nailed the parchment on the board I thought of the old man and if he found his wife. I started to walk back when I heard someone scream "DUCK!" I turned and a ball was hurling right at me. I quickly ducked and the ball flew right over my head. It hit a horse, startling the creature causing it to rear up. Its master lost control of the reins and it charged a group of kids throwing around a disk.

"Run!" I screamed and ran in front of the stead to try and calm it down. It knocked me back and I hit a column. The horse slowed and stopped, but the pillar swayed back and forth. "Uh oh." I quickly got up and tried to using my strength to steady it, but my plan back fired and I knocked the next pillar down. Soon all the columns were falling like dominoes. I ran as fast as I could to try and catch up with the falling pillars, but I just wasn't fast enough. All around me were broken columns and rubble. As the dust settled I sighed in relief that no one was hurt.

One of the villagers burst out in anger. "That is it! This is the last straw! You have caused enough damage to this town once and for all!" The fat man got up in my face spitting his words at me. All of a sudden other people were joining with the man, yelling about much of a menace I was. My dad burst through the crowd. His face was one of shock.

"What is going on here?!"

"Sheriff Stilinski! Your boy caused all this mess!"

"He is too dangerous to be around here! With us normal citizens!"

"You keep your freak of a son out of this town! He has caused enough damage as is!" Everyone was screaming and muttering their agreements. I just looked down, not meeting my father's eyes. I knew I was to blame.

"Son, go to my office. I will be there in a moment." I keep my head down as I go.

After a few minutes of waiting in the office, he finally walked through the door. "Derek. I got the statements from everyone, and I want you to know this wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was! If I hadn't got in front of that horse…"

"Then those kids would be dead!" He interrupted. "Listen der, don't let what those people said get to you."

"But they are right. I'm a freak."

"No you are not! You just can't control your own strength."

"I'm a menace dad! I've tried to be normal. I really have! But I just… I just can't." I look to the floor. "I don't belong here dad. I've never felt… like this is where I'm supposed to be."

"Son…"

"I'm sorry. That was stupid. I will just go now."

"Der!"

"I will be home by dinner." I walked away before he could say anything.