Rory
My wolf snarled and gnashed her teeth in my mind. I scented the three women in front of me. They didn't carry the overpowering scent of an alpha, and not the sweet scent of omegas like myself. Knowing they were daughters of an alpha, and seemed to be around my age they were more than likely betas then. Born before the genetic change of alphas and treasured as heirs for their pack unless there was a male in line ahead of them. The two in the back seemed to be bored but looked around at every passing male with a gleam in their eye. No doubt scheming and planning their futures. The one who spoke, the girl who seemed to be the oldest and the most bitter, had a severe look on her face. A look of pure jealousy and rage and if she wasn't so damned beautiful, the expression alone would have
