Lydia
I leave Avery's room to prepare myself for the pack hunt. When I was together with Owen, I never had to worry about these things, but now when he is no longer my boyfriend, I have to make sure I'm presentable.
Clothes don't matter—I will remove them before shape-shifting, but if I do my makeup, and look cute, maybe I won't be picked on?
I can hardly remember a pack hunt I've been to alone. Usually, I always went to them with Owen, and no one dared to pick on me. And before that, my mom used to go with me. Now I'm alone and frankly quite terrified of what may happen...
Werewolf hierarchy is scary, and an omega like me could quickly become a punching bag for another pack member. I've even heard horror stories of some omegas being r***d by pack members yet to find their mate to re
