Amber
“My wolf is acting strange,” Savannah says as we stand in the elevator.
After training, I came back to the packhouse to shower and change clothes. I am wearing my nicest pair of jeans and a purple scoop neck blouse. I left my hair down and put on some light makeup.
“Strange how?” Corie asks.
“Like she is pacing and whining,” Savannah responds.
I know what she is feeling. The elevator doors open, and we walk down the hall to where two girls I don’t know are waiting for us.
“Hey,” Corie greets the girls. “This is Amber,” She hooks a thumb at me. “And they are Matilda and Gina.”
I nod at the girls.
One is quite short with red hair and sparkly green eyes. She smiles nervously at me. I can sense that both are omegas and hope my aura isn’t scaring them. The other one is a little
