Lonely Omega •Newtmas•

•Twelve•

Time moves slow on Saturday as Newt does chores around the house. He does his laundry, washes dishes and takes out the trash. Newt's weekends are often spent doing chores for his mother while she rests.

He collapses on his bed and groans; glad to be done all his chores. His back cracks as he rolls onto his side and he lets out a satisfying moan. Newt pulls the blanket over him and curls up in a ball, ready to take a nap. He closes his eyes and for the first time in awhile, smiles to himself.

Just as he's about to fall asleep, a howl echos through the forest behind his house. He jolts up and grips his blanket tightly, his eyes wander around the room as if whoever howling was in there with him. His ears stand tall and the fur on his tail raises, Newt doesn't even notice the rumbling in his throat as he growls. The same howl soon starts up again.

A weird feeling makes it's way through Newt's body. He feels like he has to go towards the howl and find out who it's from, it almost feels as if it's calling for him to come find the owner of the beautiful howl.

Without thinking twice about it, Newt gets out of bed and runs to his backyard to transform. He doesn't say goodbye to his mother or anything. He transforms and steps out of his clothing before running off blindly into the woods, trying to find the mystery wolf.

His wolf legs take him back to the large boulder he was at the night before. He jumps on top of it and looks around the forest, trying to find the source of noise.

It's not long until he spots a wolf standing in the middle of the forest. Trees surround the mystery wolf and the wolf appears to be alone. The wolf stands tall, it's brown fur blows in the wind. Newt's inner wolf nearly takes control as he jumps off the boulder and starts running towards the brown wolf.

His senses start acting up, he can't tell if he can see perfectly or not at all, everything happens in a blur. Just as he's about to playfully pounce on the wolf, it lets out a loud growl, causing Newt to stop in his tracks and regain all his senses. Earthy mint fills his nose and he looks into the familiar brown eyes. Thomas.

Newt starts whimpering, his tail tucks between his legs and his ears lower. Thomas' wolf absolutely towers over Newt's. The alpha looks around before looking back down at Newt and letting out a huff. Newt stands there, frightened and confused. He mentally yells at himself to move, but his wolf refuses. Part of him just wants to nudge himself into Thomas' chest and stay there. Thomas growls again and jerks forewords threateningly.

Finally Newt is able to control himself and run off with his tail between his legs. Thomas watches the Omega run off, confused as to what even happened. He smelt Newt as he was was running and eventually the white wolf came into view. Thomas was quick to make sure his pack was hidden, he didn't want to startle Newt and have him think he was being ambushed. But why would Thomas care?

Why did Newt even answer his howl in the first place? He could've gotten killed by a pack member or a different pack. If it wasn't Thomas who howled, the other pack would've absolutely killed the lone omega. He has no business answering to any alpha call besides his own... not that he has an alpha.

Thomas relaxes once he no longer smells Newt's floral scent. He finds his pack and delivers the news about him and Newt having to work together.

•~•

Sunday rolls around quickly and Newt finds himself doing more dishes and mopping the floor. He couldn't be more relieved to finally crawl into his bed and fall asleep.

Newt tosses and turns in his sleep, tugging at his sheets and grinding his teeth. He lets out little whimpers as he dreams.

Newt's white wolf runs as fast as he can, zig zagging around trees and bushes with Thomas close on his tail. His injured leg burns with each step but he doesn't stop running. Turning his head to check where Thomas is, he collides with a fallen tree, causing him to trip over it and go flying. Newt lets out a yelp and hits the ground hard with a thud. He opens his eyes to see the large brown wolf, standing over him menacingly. Thomas growls loudly, causing the birds to go flying into the air to escape. Newt whimpers softly, his ears flatten against his head and his tail tries to tuck between his legs as he cowers in fear. Thomas BEEP starts stepping towards him BEEP. Newt closes his BEEP eyes in fear. Next thing he feels is Thomas' BEEP tongue on his fur BEEP.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Newt wakes up, his ears are quick to turn towards the sound and Newt turns off his alarm clock; he didn't even notice he jolted up. He lays back down with a sigh and cups his face with his hands. What kind of nightmare was that?

The werewolf lays there for awhile, wishing he could fall back asleep but eventually he finally gets up and decides he should probably get ready to go to school before it's to late.

He pulls himself out of bed and starts doing his morning routine. His dream replays in his mind, over and over again. Why did he have a dream of Thomas licking him? Only mates and pack members lick each other, so why would his dream play that in his head?

Maybe his dream was caused by the interaction he had earlier with Thomas' wolf. Why did he run right at the mystery wolf? Newt's just surprised Thomas left him unharmed... then again his relationship with the alpha has been pretty weird recently.

He shrugs it off and starts walking to school.