I waited until the dumb alphas were finished with their battle. In this school, the arena was the most visited place. Even Betas were fighting each other in there, as well as werewolves of lower ranks. 

But the most of an impact made the Alpha's always leaving the Arena bloody as hell.

I had my mop and bucket ready to do my job at this school; yep, I am the janitor. Wiping the blood of others away. Ha, it is really everybody's dream job, isn't it? Especially when the students get cocky with me and I have no way to fight against them. 

When there is no blood to wipe, I go and clean classrooms. Not only that, I even have a cool blue janitor uniform and a blue cap. 

I rested my head on the mop, waiting and carving for a cigarette. My eyes fell on one I had seen very regularly in the Arena. 

This boy was, however, not in the ring like at other times; this time he was just watching. 

And he was not surrounded by girls and his friends like always, but he was absolutely alone. I tilted my head and asked myself why that was the case.

Ah. I remembered. They are at the age, aren't they? Where you would get to know what lay really inside them. 

Either a werewolf, which meant you could be best-case an Alpha, in the absolute worst case an Omega, as well as some other low-ranked werewolf, or you could turn out to be a human, a beta.

This guy is of average height, so, too tall for an Omega, too masculine.

Maybe a beta. There are restrictions in the arena; before you differentiated, you'd get to fight who you wanted, as long as it were students who were also not classified. 

The moment it was out, Betas could only fight Betas, Alphas only, Alphas, and Omegas....well, they had enough problems already; fighting would not even come to their minds.

So... is he sad because he can't continue to fight with the others?

He turned to look at me, and our eyes met.

Ups, busted.

But what are you doing now?

Betas are too stuck-up to really go against the lowly personal. Alphas would sometimes need to show their powers, but he clearly was none, and if he were of the lower ridge of werewolves, he would have already lunged at me.

But he did nothing, just staring at me. Oh-oh, I think I know that gaze. It was to gaze into one's own future. I smiled at him.

Buddy, if you have turned out to be an Omega, I'll light a candle for you after lighting the one for myself.

The Alphas were done and walked away. 

I moved from the steps of the arena down to the bloody mess. The school restricted killing, but it hadn't been once or twice when I had to drag dead students to the dark room where they would be identified and their parents would get notified to get the bodies. Werewolves would mostly not get their children because it was a disgrace to have someone weak enough to get killed in a school arena inside their pack.

When the water in my bucket had turned dark and the floor sparkled, I turned to go.

I saw the boy still sitting there. 

I passed him; there was nothing I could do. If I had guessed false, he would be deeply insulted and would beat me to a pulp, or get someone else to do so.

I heard him stand up behind me and could only praise his wittiness. It was already dark, so I had to lock the arena; another tiring day had gone by.

I cleaned up my bucket and mop before storing them in the janitor room. Then I went to the teacher's room, got the key to walk back to the arena.

"If nobody is there, I'll l-l-l-lock u-up!" I hollered inside. Nobody answered, so I locked the door and went back to the teachers' room and put the key there.

On my way back, I felt that somebody was following me and turned around. What I saw stunned me.

The boy from before was walking behind me. Hm?

Maybe he lives somewhere here? Maybe he is meeting someone. I turned back and continued to chew on my tobacco. Because cigarettes were too costly, I had to go with this.

Every time I chewed the tobacco, I had to hold myself back from spitting it on the street, like I want to. One Omega living inside my block saw me doing it, and she (it was a guy but he clothed like a woman) beat me half to death, saying I was a disgrace even for Omegas. How could that be? We are already the soot of society.

Neither a man nor a woman. 

Raised as a man only to turn out to have reproduction organs, that needed Alphas to get them pregnant. But Alphas wanted women, so what do to with these half products, neither the one nor the other?

There was a time when Omega-Children were killed, but then they took over the jobs nobody else wanted, being the outcasts of society.

We naturally can turn into werewolves, but it would be nothing of a scary form. Instead, we looked just like big, beautiful dogs. So we are treated as dogs.

Anyway. I had an already strange feeling when the boy followed me in my apartment complex. This was such a fucked-up building we were in, the flats not even as big as a closet. But there was still a slight chance that he had an acquaintance somewhere, though really unusual.

However, when he stood behind me when I pulled my keys out, I knew this pup came for me.