The Forgotten Omega

n the floor. It is a humble space where my mother and I had to huddle together to ward off the biting

nd far location. However, as I eagerly expect her return from her tireless efforts to secure our next meal, a feeli

my mother. While walking straight from the cabin door, I hear a cry. Without a moment's hesitation, I find myself

stand frozen, unable to move or comprehend the sight before me-an alpha is mercilessly attacking my mothe

fragile leaf. The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on me, as my mother had always warned

s of the fight that is echoing in my head. I couldn't help but think about all the times my mother has protected me from danger. She has always been my rock, my protec

ding spot in the safety of our home. Tears stream down my face as fear and uncertainty grip my heart. Litt

hunger pains are becoming increasingly unbearable, and I know I need to find food soon in order to sustain myself. The urgenc

ately, everything appears to be unchanged, and a sense of relief washes over me. Despite the risks, I understand

g air, ensuring that the alpha, the source of my terror, has distanced himself from our cabin. Despite my efforts, remnants of fear still cling to

ck with the overwhelming scent of blood, saturating my senses and causing an involuntary cry to burst from my lips. A

a, creates an eerie and haunting atmosphere in its wake. As I take in my surroun

ts' pack. All I have ever longed for is a place to call home, a place where we can finally find peace. My train of

nowledge about. As I am not yet eighteen. My wolf's instincts have not yet fully emerged, making this task even more intimida

nt. An alpha has found us, and I know that I am no longer safe in my current location. Despite the fear and hunger that gnaws at me, I know that I

ith the necessary provisions. The mere idea of nourishment and hydration propels me forward, and I remain watchful, scanning my surroundings for any