quickly as the thought came to her mind it fled. She wasn’t made
for living in her shift forever, and she’d just be delaying the
inevitable since she had no clue how to change her identity and
hide from her father and the pack. It was better to go home and
face the music, whatever it was.
Chapter 7
Jeremiah felt the full moon as it rose in the
sky. It made his bones feel heavy. The part of him that felt like a
wolf, however small it was, wanted to go out into the woods behind
his house and run wild. Jeremiah never indulged that thought,
though. If he happened to run across ranked males, they might
believe he was trying to steal their prey or insert himself into a
higher rank within the pack, which was ridiculous. A wolf couldn’t
get much lower in status than non .
He felt restless, more so than on other full
moons. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t spent the entire day with
the pack like he normally did, running errands and making sure the
evening went off without a hitch, helping his fellow omegas who
were assigned to work. He was regretting not being at the alphas’
house, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now. If he
went there, he’d just be standing around doing nothing. Every other
omega in the pack who was old enough to shift could ; he was
the only one outside of the three human mates who couldn’t. Sure,
there were some elderly wolves who were unable to shift any longer
because of age or injury, but those wolves had led a full life up
to that point. Jeremiah had never had the luxury of shifting even
once.
The only time he had come close was when he
was in high school. His senior year had been torture. The other
wolves in the pack were pretty sure something was wrong with him.
It was practically unheard of for a child born of two shifting
parents to be unable to shift. His father had left him and his
mother when he was seventeen, and his leaving had started the
rumors that Jeremiah wasn’t going to shift. He’d started working
out so he could defend himself, but no matter the bulk he added to
his frame, he could never go against shifted wolves. The pack began
to treat him like an outsider, as if he had a disease that they
could catch just by being around him. The females who had before
been into him suddenly turned cold. His mom told him to be strong,
she was sure he’d shift eventually, but she was wrong. In school he
was bullied by males who had shifted already — gluing his locker
shut, tripping him, daring him to fight and then attacking him as a
group. The teachers were smart enough not to get in the middle of
what amounted to rank fights. It was survival of the fittest, and
Jeremiah was not part of the group that was going to survive.
So why, ten years later, was he sitting in
the dark in his family room hating the full moon? Why hadn’t he
taken off years ago? His mom had joined his dad when he graduated
from high school. She wanted him to come, but his dad refused to be
around him, saying that he wasn’t really his son and even going so
far as to accuse his mom of having an affair. Which was utter
bullshit since Jeremiah and his dad had the same eye and hair
color. It probably made it easier for him, a way to distance
himself from his joke of a son.
When Acksel took over the pack several years
earlier, he’d begun to use the omegas in a way that the previous
alpha had not. Instead of leaving them alone and virtually ignoring
them, Acksel had found out their strengths and put them to work.
Jeremiah and Adam, for example, were strong and trustworthy, and
Acksel liked to keep them around to work for him personally. Many
omegas had jobs in the private sector, working for businesses in
Wilde Creek and outlying towns. Jeremiah had been working at a
landscape company since high school, and when Acksel asked him to
work for him within the pack, handling things like the full moon
set-up and other errands — both personal and pack related — as he
needed, he was
for living in her shift forever, and she’d just be delaying the
inevitable since she had no clue how to change her identity and
hide from her father and the pack. It was better to go home and
face the music, whatever it was.
Chapter 7
Jeremiah felt the full moon as it rose in the
sky. It made his bones feel heavy. The part of him that felt like a
wolf, however small it was, wanted to go out into the woods behind
his house and run wild. Jeremiah never indulged that thought,
though. If he happened to run across ranked males, they might
believe he was trying to steal their prey or insert himself into a
higher rank within the pack, which was ridiculous. A wolf couldn’t
get much lower in status than non .
He felt restless, more so than on other full
moons. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t spent the entire day with
the pack like he normally did, running errands and making sure the
evening went off without a hitch, helping his fellow omegas who
were assigned to work. He was regretting not being at the alphas’
house, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now. If he
went there, he’d just be standing around doing nothing. Every other
omega in the pack who was old enough to shift could ; he was
the only one outside of the three human mates who couldn’t. Sure,
there were some elderly wolves who were unable to shift any longer
because of age or injury, but those wolves had led a full life up
to that point. Jeremiah had never had the luxury of shifting even
once.
The only time he had come close was when he
was in high school. His senior year had been torture. The other
wolves in the pack were pretty sure something was wrong with him.
It was practically unheard of for a child born of two shifting
parents to be unable to shift. His father had left him and his
mother when he was seventeen, and his leaving had started the
rumors that Jeremiah wasn’t going to shift. He’d started working
out so he could defend himself, but no matter the bulk he added to
his frame, he could never go against shifted wolves. The pack began
to treat him like an outsider, as if he had a disease that they
could catch just by being around him. The females who had before
been into him suddenly turned cold. His mom told him to be strong,
she was sure he’d shift eventually, but she was wrong. In school he
was bullied by males who had shifted already — gluing his locker
shut, tripping him, daring him to fight and then attacking him as a
group. The teachers were smart enough not to get in the middle of
what amounted to rank fights. It was survival of the fittest, and
Jeremiah was not part of the group that was going to survive.
So why, ten years later, was he sitting in
the dark in his family room hating the full moon? Why hadn’t he
taken off years ago? His mom had joined his dad when he graduated
from high school. She wanted him to come, but his dad refused to be
around him, saying that he wasn’t really his son and even going so
far as to accuse his mom of having an affair. Which was utter
bullshit since Jeremiah and his dad had the same eye and hair
color. It probably made it easier for him, a way to distance
himself from his joke of a son.
When Acksel took over the pack several years
earlier, he’d begun to use the omegas in a way that the previous
alpha had not. Instead of leaving them alone and virtually ignoring
them, Acksel had found out their strengths and put them to work.
Jeremiah and Adam, for example, were strong and trustworthy, and
Acksel liked to keep them around to work for him personally. Many
omegas had jobs in the private sector, working for businesses in
Wilde Creek and outlying towns. Jeremiah had been working at a
landscape company since high school, and when Acksel asked him to
work for him within the pack, handling things like the full moon
set-up and other errands — both personal and pack related — as he
needed, he was
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