I thought I was damaged-a werewolf without the ability to shift. I melted into the shadows, unloved and overlooked, as I served a pack that didn't care for me.

The ability to call my wolf forward was always present, but I hadn't known, since my kind were hunted to extinction before I was born. I wasn't any run-of-the-mill wolf; I was an Omega. Revered. Cherished. Hated.

When I shifted, I got what I always wanted. My true mates. Plural.

But they didn't want me.

I refused to stand around, pitied as their cast off, so I left, yet being an Omega put a target on my back for any random pack to claim as theirs. So, I molded myself into human society because rejection wouldn't break me... until they sought me out.

Their excuses were just that, excuses. They had a fight on their hands if they thought they'd get away with hurting me, because I refused to submit my heart to my savage mates.

I wasn't the timid girl that couldn't shift.
I had claws, and I wasn't afraid to use them.

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