The Last Wolf Princess

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d glass, watching the droplets race each other down winding paths. She'd spent so many years on the inside looking out, always watching the world from behind glass, always just

es were worn. She'd memorized the words so well that she could reci

understood what that meant all too well. In this world, where power was divided into strict ranks, omegas were the lowest. They were the laborers, the ones who worked the land and held

here omegas had enough of their own struggles, where did they fit? Why would they take her in when they had so little themselves? The thought didn't make sense, but Lila had long lear

hanage director, standing in the doorway. Her usual stern expression was softened by something else-

her voice uncharacteristically soft. "Yo

ipped by an overwhelming sense of fear. The last sixteen years had taught her to keep her emotions at bay, to keep her hopes in check. After all, most of the olde

olding her in. She didn't know why, but every step toward the door felt heavier. She had spent so long l

every corner was so familiar, a place Lila had known for most of her life. She had never really thought about leaving,

ir bodies standing close as if they had already formed a bond stronger than the distance between them. They were, as Mrs. Harding had said, omegas. Lila had heard about

gray, his body broad and solid like the earth itself. His expression softened when he saw her, and he gav

ze, a softness that caught Lila off guard. It was the kind of look that said she cared, even before

said, her voice bright and trying to brea

rself to take a step forward. She didn't know what to say, didn't know how to fill the space between them. Thank you. I'm happy. Neither of tho

nally meet you," she said, her voice steady but kind. "We've been waiting for t

didn't know how to respond to them, to this kindness, but her body moved forward on its

rmured, his voice low and calming. "Take your

e that she hadn't let herself feel in years. She blinked, quickly looking away, trying to keep the

of hope began to grow, just a little. It was fragile, like a flickering candle flame, but it was there. For the

to match the turmoil within her. At that moment, Lila's journey