It’s funny how time changes things.
In the beginning, time was futile. What they had was scarce, which gave even my generation nothing to look forward to... and now? We’ll, now everything’s different.
Where I would still be heavily focusing on my career in the sciences, trying to prove Omegas could handle themselves on their own and not need to settle down right away just because of our own biology, I’m not. I’ve spent the last year being pregnant for half of it and the other half, pregnant minded.
No one tells you these things, funnily enough. I’ve forgotten myself more than I ever have for the sake of providing for a litter I call my own.
Our… our own, I correct myself.
I mean that as a Mated werewolf, not only as my several beings, who, just as they had before, have plenty to
