Ollie’s POV
“I’m wolfless,” I say. Even though I’ve practiced all the way home for just this kind of confrontation, I didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I’m not the big liar they all seem to think of me, but this one I try to make convincing. It’s my smell more than my words that seal the deal, I think.
“Wolfless?” Sylvia repeats with disgust.
Those without wolves, or wolfless, are considered lesser than compared to any werewolf, even the lowly omegas. I’ve been anticipating this type of reaction from someone like Sylvia, who values her own power so highly, even if she hides that attitude from the brothers most of the time.
I’m used to Sylvia looking down on me. It’s the brothers’ reactions that I’m bracing myself for. There, I know, the true hurt lies.
Yet they are so distracted, th
