Mitchell Ermington

Shifter Verse

Mitchell groaned as he heard the alarm on his phone go off. Fuck. He'd been at a rager the night before, and now his head was killing him. Fuckin' morning practices. This was college. Didn't Coach know people had hangovers and shit? Eight AM was an ungodly hour to demand of them.

Rolling out of bed, he grunted in relief that it was just him. Convincing girls to hit the road the morning after always took so damn long. He couldn't really blame them for trying to dig their nails in; he was rich, the quarterback of the football team, and he was pretty damn attractive if he did say so himself. Didn't mean he wanted to spend half an hour he didn't have explaining the definition of a one-night stand to them.

Stepping over the scattered bodies of his fallen brethren (some of which were also on the football team and were going to be late), he made a beeline for the fridge. Opening it, he grabbed a jug of Pedialyte, chugging it in an attempt to feel alive again.

Mixing a protein shake and grabbing his workout bag, he began walking out the front door of the Alpha Pi Alpha fraternity house. It was a monster; four stories tall and sprawling grounds with a pool. It was considered prestigious, with a long roster of CEOs, politicians, and general upper crust all being members. It cost more than most people made in a month just to pledge.

He unlocked his car, tossing his bag in the back of the Audi Q8. Before he could get in, however, something caught his eye. There were people finally moving into the little house down at the end of the road. He'd hoped it would be a sorority or even just some people who liked to have fun. But he'd heard from one of the guys that it was an Omega-only safehouse. And also, they were those advocate types. The ones who were constantly standing in the middle of the main ground, handing out flyers and waving petitions and talking about Omega rights and protections.

Deciding to use his privileges as President of his own frat to do some more digging, he strolled towards the house. He watched as the people moved belongings and students happily carried their things inside. He called out, grinning and putting his hands on his hips. "Well, now. Who