Lydia
My heart is going thump-thump-thump as Avery tugs me forward, leading the way past some trees.
There is an empty building a bit inside the forest. We keep extra clothes and first-aid kits inside it. Even though werewolves heal quickly, there are cases when we need bandages.
And I don't regenerate as quickly. No omega does. It's the curse we are born with, I guess. I was born weaker, so I became the omega—the punching bag for everyone else.
Letting go of my hand, Avery opens the door. His glowing eyes meet mine, and he bows. "Ladies first."
His hospitality stuns me. For a second, all I do is stare up into his handsome face illuminated by the moonlight. He isn't smiling, but his features are as beautiful as ever.
"Hmm?" Avery tilts his head with a puzzled expression. "Is there
