Running

Z's POV 

Staring ahead, I could hear the rumbling noise of the engine as I sped up on the empty roads. One would think I was excited to reach my destination, while the fact was I was running away from my previous residence. Running away from my past.

In my life, if there was one thing I excelled at, it was running away. Ever since I was seventeen, it was the only consistent thing about me. I made sure I never stuck around in a place for more than a year. No, I am not a Vampire hiding amongst humans, but I am a werewolf. I am an omega. 

My name is Zhane Bradshaw, and I am one of the rare breed of werewolves, male omega as they called us and werewolves like us were forced to hide, finding different methods to blend in the crowd in order to survive this brutal world. Unfortunately, I barely even got the chance before I was sold to a merciless alpha by my own big brother in exchange for luxury. 

What did I do after that? Of course, I ran. But to hide from an Alpha who had already claimed me, it was an impossible task and therefore there was only one solution left in front of me. I had to kill him. And that was the beginning of a journey that would give me the infamous name that is 'The Alpha Killer'.

I must have been the only omega in history who has probably earned this name, but I couldn't care less. The farther I could be from such trivial matters the better. Which is why I was headed to the quaint neighborhood of Stonehill Ranch, a place which had no nearby wolf packs. It was perfect to spend the next couple of months of my life. 

I drove up near the bar which had allowed me to stay in one of their rooms as I called ahead for a bartending job. Of course they will deduce my pay enough for that room, which is why I had taken a few extra odd jobs to make a living. 

It was the middle of the day, so the bar was quite empty but luckily the owner was there at the moment. He had the typical features of an obese middle aged man with a mustache that accentuated his round face. No he was not a conventionally attractive man, which is why he probably hired me. 

As a werewolf I had well built features, but thanks to my daily workout routines for maintaining my strength in case I ever needed to fend off some crazy Alpha, I was ripped. And of course I had my picture up in the resume I mailed him, because one thing I know for sure is that an attractive bartender can attract quite the bunch customers.

"Mr. Benitez? I am Zhane, I called for the Job". I called out to him.

"Ah, yes. The live-in bartender." Bringing down his glasses and aligning them with his eyes, he observed me from head to toe. Great, it's barely been ten minutes and I already have a nickname.

"Yes." I simply replied. I had informed him of my credentials before, I didn't know what else was there to say before this grumpy old man showed me to my room.

"Come on." Mr. Benitez got up from his chair, excusing himself from the group of his friends. "Let me show you around. Remember to listen carefully, I will not repeat myself." He scoffed and gave me a tour that lasted for an hour, at the end of which he showed me to my room. 

Taking a deep breath, I take in the rusty smell of almost leaky pipes and the damp furniture that was definitely covered in molds as I convinced myself that this is where I would be lodging for now. That's all it was for me, a place to lodge.

I was asked by Mr Haris to get my stuff and get settled before my shift started. Pertaining to that, I went back to my pick up truck, the one I have been driving for almost forever now, the place that ever came close to being called my home, and unloaded my stuff one by one. 

I didn't have a lot of stuff and since I moved quite frequently, I always packed light. It took me like ten minutes and two trips before I was finally done. I was on my way to park my truck to the garage which Mr. Benitez showed it to me a while ago when a smell hit me.

It was a smell that had been etched in my memory as something I was fond of from the time I tried to survive in the wild. I hesitated, wondering whether or not I should give into the urge and follow the scent. To not let my guard down on the very first day I drove my truck.

But the same scent hit me on my way back to the bar. I still had an hour to kill before my shift. I was quite tired from the drive, but I was also hungry from having not eaten anything for two days. Finally, giving into the urge, I followed the scent and soon I came eye to eye with the source of the sweet scent. 

I stared into his eyes as he stared back into mine, before I said out loud. "Hello lunch". The brown deer was unable to comprehend me, poor him. And with that, I shifted.