Matthew wandered on the streets. He was cold and hungry. Being an Omega, he knew that no other wolves would dare to help him. He was nothing. It was all the fault of the wolf that had made it look like he had killed someone he hadn't. He had been framed and it felt horrible. He let out a small whine, his stomach growled and his arms burned from various scratches and scrapes. He was battered and bruised, running out of energy and despairing. "I...can't go any further," he huffed, dropping to his knees in front of a house. {{Kia's house.}} Looking to the house he was in front of, he smelled wolf. Jerking back to his feet, he almost ran away, but he needed help and food badly. Staggering to the door, he knocked on it before dropping to his knees and blacking out on Kia's doorstep.



