Tank felt everyone acted underwhelmed at the fact they had an omega on their hands. They were so rare nowadays. Even more so because he was a male omega. Their pack of over a hundred and twenty only had two omega's both of which were female.

"Just because he's rare doesn't mean he's special." Commented Colt as he stepped over Sage to get to the bar at the back of the clubhouse.

"I'd be more than happy to watch over him, Pack Master." Matt spoke as Mike passed by him.

Jumping from his seat a little too eagerly.

"I know you want to prove your worth since you're new here, but Colt is more than capable of handling him on his own."

Matt was a new alpha that joined their pack just under eight months ago. Colt personally didn't like the guy from the moment he saw him but he didn't like most so there wasn't much surprise there. No one was shocked he voted against allowing him in either.

There were just too many gaps in his story as to why he was here for Colt to feel comfortable with. However, their pack was about turning a new leaf, being more modern with their stance on old social standards. Most packs stayed closed and weren't fond of new wolves joining. Hence their high numbers.

You tended to stay where your family has always been. One didn't just jump ship and join another pack. Still, there were cases where that's all one could do because their pack kicked them out, disowning them. Unable to take the cruelty any longer they left in hopes of finding something better.

Colt had heard some true horror stories growing up about the ways other packs were like to their members. Most weren't anywhere as nice as how they were around here. His pack was open to adding new members, marking their pack a home for all. Well, that's what they were going for anyway.

These changes were still new for them, only making the shift when his father became head of the pack which was five years ago. They had the most territory in the area because they were one of the largest and oldest packs on the coast so it wasn't like they didn't have room to spare.

Being the largest pack didn't make them the richest ones. They were on the lower end of the economical side of things. All of them knew money didn't buy everything, making do just fine with what they did have. Not cutting corners or dipping into illegal ways of making money like most packs tended to do. Those packs appear to be more gang-like than anything else.

Tank picking Sage up from the floor tossing him over his shoulder with ease, "Your room then?'

Colt growled but nodded his head as he popped the top to his beer. Colt was third in command under his father and uncle so the clubhouse had a room for him. There were rooms for the top seven members. They were located in the back of the clubhouse, along with two spare rooms and an office for his father.

The clubhouse acted like everyone's second home, to some it was their home. The building sat in the middle of their land, but on the outskirts of town. A small old abandoned warehouse they've pretty much rebuilt from the bottom up to make it suit their needs.

Colt pulled a long sip from his beer as he followed behind Tank, feeling the eyes of his brothers and sisters on him as he moved. Something told him not to come tonight.

Stitch finally showed up three beers in, Colt giving him a little nod as he motioned to the pretty lifeless body on his bed. He had been sitting there in anger watching, making sure he was at least still breathing while he waited.

Stitch wasn't an MD by any means he had been a medic for years in the military so he was their go-to guy for most things. Colt not saying a single word the entire time. Stitch started an IV for fluids, giving the boy a hard once over before he began to clean up his wounds, stitching up the cut on his face, rubbing ointment on his bruises. Shaking his head more than once as he worked, hurt by the physical abuse he could see on the boy's body. Not even wanting to think about the mental damage he might have from it all, noticing the pupils as well but not sure how to treat it because he didn't know what he was given or how much.

"I'll leave you this to help with any withdrawals he might have from what he was given from the looks of it this wasn't the first time so he's probably going to crash hard." Stitch placed a bottle of medication on the side table. "And this one. . " He added another, "to fight any infections."

Stitch packing up the last of his things, "Let the bag run should be about an hour or so then take the IV out but make sure he gets fluids as soon as he wakes up."

Colt giving nothing more than a grunt that he understood, the anger he was feeling towards this new situation for himself sat heavy in the middle of his chest. Waiting no longer than the hour it took for the fluids to finish before he picked the boy up over his shoulder taking him back out to the front of the clubhouse.

"If you need me I'll be at home." He growled on his way out.

He didn't need everyone here watching his every move, judging him. His father told him to take care of the pup and he could do just the same as he was here but at home.