The stone sank deeper and deeper, until my werewolf hearing heard the thud of it against the floor of the river. The river was just shallow, at least this part where I am.

Thankfully, for an Omega, I’m not wolfless. My wolf, Ayana, is strong-willed even for an Omega. Strong-willed, not strong in a physical sense. Well at least according to and in comparison to the higher ranks like Betas and Alphas and Warriors.

My sister, however, I think her wolflessness is the reason why she was easily killed.

I’m no longer on the Alpha’s gardens though I’m still facing it. Across the river, that solitary apple tree beckoned me...