"Alright, alright, get ya fuckin' hands off me!"

He stirred from his sleep, looking up at the culprits who had entered his room. He shook his head. Room was such a kind word; cell was more like it. Why anyone would disturb him was beyond his control. It was almost pitch black, so he figured it was still night. He may have been new to this whole thing, but he knew when things were outdated, and his Alpha had no apparent idea of the word as his whole pack house looked like something out of a period piece film.

"Hey! What did I just say? I'll have the Alpha know about this!"The shrill female voice that had spoken earlier was followed by fading laughter as whoever was apparently manhandling her walked away.

"Pricks." He heard harshly whispered to his turned in his uncomfortably itchy cot. The voice had been close. A bit too close for his liking. Either she was in the cell next to him or-

"OW! Jesus give a girl some warning!"

He jumped out of the bed like it was burning as he felt someone leaning down on him. Whoever had spoken was not just close, but in the cell with him. He pat the walls searching for his source of light, the barely lit fire torch hanging on the corner of the wall. The stone walls were meant to keep the prisoners cold, the torches lit only a few hours each night. Luckily for him, he had light.

Taking a deep breath, he whirled around, the torch held in front of him, almost afraid of what he'd see. His breath held, he saw a small girl brushing dirt off her legs. Small was an understatement. Wolves, werewolves, were meant to be huge. They were meant to be tall, monstrous, beast-like creatures. Terrifying to the eyes. Hell, even he had grown a few inches after he was bitten. Yet, here was this girl standing at barely five foot four, growling at him. Wait! She was growling at him? This was his cell.

"Who are you?" He asked slowly to the scowling little wolf staring up at him. Maybe she was a newborn. They did age faster than what was considered the norm. That would be the only explanation for her height. And the fact that she looked skinny enough to break.

"Hey, screw you buddy I don't have to answer anything." He watched her run to the bars of the cell, gripping onto them angrily. "STUPID ALPHA!" She shouted. "STUPID MUTT! YOU GAVE ME A CELL WITH SOMEONE ELSE YOU ASS!"

He ran to the girl and gripped her arm, pulling her away from the bars. Was she insane? She had just insulted the Alpha! The Big Dog. Their leader. Even he knew that. Cursing this newcomer, he prayed they would spare them. The Alpha's wrath was legendary, his punishments even more so. They were so completely dead.

He was about to put his hand over her mouth before she could cause more damage, when he was flung across the small cell into the stone wall behind them. He groaned as his back collided with harsh stone and slowly sat up. Well, that was certainly unexpected.

The torch was now all but extinguished as it lay forgotten on the floor. Yet, he could still make out her face. And boy was it pissed off. She crouched down next to him and pulled his hair turning his head to the side, forcing him into submission. Baring her teeth at him, she spoke intentionally slowly. "You. Ever. Lay your hands on me again pup," She spat the word as the insult it was meant to be. "And I will have your head." She growled at him some more before stalking away to the other side of the cell.

Whoever this woman was he didn't care. In fact, he thought he was in love with her.

Looking up at her amazed at the brute strength she had used against him, he rubbed his neck. "Forgive me," He breathed a bit dazed. "But you would have gotten us killed had you continued insulting the Alpha."

She chuckled, her sullen mood forgotten. "The Alpha's nothing but a little puppy just like you." She brushed her strawberry colored hair out of her face and closed her eyes. "No one I should be afraid of."

He was floored at her blatant disrespect at their leader. Floored, and slightly turned on? Well, where the hell had that come from?

"Control yourself puppy, you wouldn't want any of this believe me." She must have smelt the pheromones he was very clearly sending her way.

Embarrassed beyond belief, he avoided her eyes and fiddled with the hanging strings on his ratty shirt. "Who are you?" He asked once again, though this time his voice astonished.

He heard another small laugh from her direction. "Such a nosy little pup." She mumbled. After a few moments of silence he heard her speak.

"What?" He asked, unable to hear her.

"Mariska." She spoke softly. "My name is Mariska." He repeated the name a few times in his head. Mariska. Nice strong name for a strong Alpha female. "Who are you?" She repeated back to him.

He wondered if he should answer. His name was somewhat well known in their pack. "Uh, it's Samuel."

She squinted at him. "Samuel what?"

He put a hand over his eyes, unable to witness the horrified looks in her beautiful green eyes. "Samuel Davies." He whispered waiting for the curses, insults, and general hatred she was going to send his way.

Once again, surprising him, he heard a bark of laughter coming his way. Opening his eyes he saw her small body double over, shaking in mirth. "You, you-" She couldn't finish as more laughter his her. When he began to worry of her sanity, she shook her hand at him as if telling him to stop. "I, I cant believe," She took a deep calming breath. "I cant believe I'm sharing a cell with the newborn puppy who rejected the Alpha's sister. I mean that is rich!"

He stared at her, a small smile gracing his handsome face. "You mean you do not hate me?"

She smiled at him. "Hate you? Buddy I want to kiss you! Figuratively of course." She added strongly. "I've hated that bitch for as long as I can remember."

He was amazed. While his new pack had all but shunned him, this female wolf was thanking him?

Erida, the Alpha's sister was a beautiful and beloved member of the pack. But Samuel knew her for what she really was. A conniving, mean spirited, heartless shell of a wolf. He had known he'd caught her eye for some time now. She was the one who had bitten him. Something that hadn't been done for nearly two hundred years apparently. And after six long months of her chasing after him, and his firm rejections, she had had him arrested for treason and locked away like some common criminal.

He hadn't realized she had moved next to him until he felt something brush his side. Looking to the right he saw her grinning up at him. "Boy have I been wanting to meet you! The look on little princess Erida's face was priceless."They sat quietly for a few minutes before she sat up scowling. What was it with this woman? One minute happy, the next angry as hell."Someone's coming."

True enough, his newly established hearing granted him the sound of footsteps a few yards away. Guards.

"Relax puppy. They're coming for me." She said patting his head. And like that he had forgotten to ask her what the reason was that she was in here. She seemed dangerous enough, though not one to fight unless provoked. So what could have caused the little wolf a night in the cell?

"Time to go puppy." She whispered sadly.

He realized his thoughts had drifted again when two very burly looking guards had opened their cell door. "Wait!" He gripped her hand as she got up to leave. The sensation he was left with was addicting. A sudden calm filled him, emptying his mind of all thoughts and questions he had. A peace he had not known for six months filled him, as if dragging him from the brink of insanity.

He pulled back shocked at who she really was. She had smiled at him one last time at his realization and walked away with the guards.

Only certain kinds of wolves could project emotion. Only certain wolves had the power to instill peace in a pack.

Omegas.

And in this pack only one Omega existed. One with the capabilities of it's ancestors.

The Alpha's mate.

Mariska was an Omega.

And mate of the Alpha.