(Faith's P.O.V.)
His angry scent filled the four corners of the room. He's glaring directly at me, arms corded with veins. My eyes slowly lost their power, and finally submitted to him. I dropped my eyes on the sheets, clutching them with my cold hands.
Being someone lower than an Omega is a bitter curse. Higher-titled werewolves picked on me all the time. They knew that I'm nothing compared to their strength and power. They ordered me around while other werewolves tried to turn me into their breeding machine. I was afraid to live a hellish life under these evil werewolves. I had to stop it. I had to do something.
Leaving the pack wasn't one of my choices. I knew that other packs wouldn't accept a worthless Omega like me. They might even find out about my darkest secret. Turning myself
