Thirty-Five

Kira

I woke up to the sound of loud bells piercing through the peaceful silence of the room. With a loud groan, I rubbed my eyes, shaking off the drowsy fog in my head and savoring the comforting feel of the soft bed beneath me.

As usual, my joy was short-lived. The bell pierced the silence, signaling the start of the pack run my mom had told me about the night before.

I collapsed on the bed, dreading the thought of facing the higher-ranked werewolves during the run. "Do I have to go? You know I hate running," I complained.

“It's compulsory, sweetie,” mom said. “You of all people should know that."

Omegas prepared for the run and I was surprised at the level of excitement that filled the air from the pounding of feet on the floor, slamming of doors, and voices and chatter that filled the house.

I, on the other hand, lay on my bed like a log, feeling reluctant. Why in the world did they think that a pack run would be so exciting? I collapsed onto the bed and stuffed my face with a pi