I glare as the small device on my side table rings shrilly in the quiet morning, my alarm clock. With only four hours of sleep after training and talking to Lizaria, I want nothing more than to sleep in, but I have duties as an Omega to perform. Slamming my fist onto the alarm clock and turning it off, I take in the time of six o'clock in the morning and groan. Today is my day to cook breakfast for the pack, and with only an hour and a half to have the meal ready and on the table or face punishment from Beta Bastian, I will have to quickly get ready and make it downstairs within the next fifteen minutes.
I quickly look outside the window and notice the sky is still dark outside. I groan with frustration and fling the comforter off of my body, shivering with the cold fall air. Today is
