Gazzy’s Pov

I was walking through the woods near the pack border, trying to clear my head after a long day of training. The air was cool, and I needed to be alone. Zion had been a pain again, tripping me during drills, laughing when I fell. “Clumsy omega,” he’d said, his friends snickering. I hated him. He’d bullied me since we were kids, always picking on me, calling me names, making my life hell. I was nineteen now, ready to shift soon, and I couldn’t wait to show him up.

Then I smelled it. A strong scent, like pine and smoke, hits me hard. My body tingled, my wolf...