The den I am led to is basic.
Small and dark.
Fit for an omega.
I sink into the bed.
Fatigue overcomes me.
How is this my life?
I have lost everything.
I have lost my pack.
I have lost my mate.
I am too tired to cry.
I close my eyes and fall asleep.
A gentle paw shakes me awake.
"Time to get up. Time to hunt."
I open my eyes.
It is dawn.
For a moment, I think I am back in my old pack.
Then I realize where I am.
The guard from yesterday peers at me.
My stomach drops.
"What time is it?"
"Day break."
"You hunt so early?"
"You have to hunt," the guard says. "You have to prove your worth as a hunter."
I drag myself out of bed.
Then I follow the guard outside.
He makes his way towards the hunting grounds.
"What is your name?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "I don't have on
