Selene’s POVHer words left me starstruck. I sagged back on the bed with the book resting on my chest, my heart thumping anxiously within me, my thoughts conflicting with each other.Most wolves in the pack were active, and some were hunters, but I wasn’t one of them; I wasn’t an omega; my family was of beta wolves; we were stronger than most wolves, but I, on the other hand, was weaker with crippled legs.No one knew about my disability as a wolf in this pack, yet just one day of weakness has brought back the familiar feeling of disgust; I hated being called weak.I wasn’t weak in this pack, I didn’t want to bear the title. Joan was a beta wolf as well, which might be the reason why she deemed me weak; she was a hunter, like most wolves, and I wasn't; she wasn’t the type to shrivel up just because of flu, and I hated to say this, but maybe I was weak for letting a momentary weakness pull me down. So I stood up.Though I dreaded what the rest of the pack would say if I fell on my face.
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