= Elias =
The memories came without warning.
The first time I saw her, she had been standing at the far edge of the training grounds, half-hidden behind a group of newly accepted pack members. Most of them had looked nervous, uncertain, careful not to draw attention to themselves.
Not her.
She had been quiet, yes—but there had been something else in her eyes. Something sharp and unyielding. A fire that didn’t belong to someone who stood at the very bottom of the pack hierarchy.
At the time, she had been nothing. No title. No influence. No family name strong enough to shield her.
An omega. The lowest rank anyone could claim within a pack.
Most omegas survived by making themselves small, by avoiding notice, by accepting whatever scraps of respect the stronger wolves chose to give them
