Alone, frightened, and exiled.

That’s what I get for trusting the Hart Pack. I was a fool to think we could ever be happy—that they would ever want me.

But it turns out that I’m destined to walk this earth alone. Forsaken and forgotten. Never anyone’s first choice.

And if Gryphon, Oliver, Barret, and Lachlan don’t want me, then no pack ever will.

So, what’s the point in even trying? There’s nothing wrong with being alone after all. It’s just unfortunate that my body has other ideas

I’m an Omega now, and I have just gone into heat. And an Omega can die if they don’t receive an Alpha’s touch.

Yet I would rather die than grovel to that pack again.

After all, I don’t need to be saved. I can save myself.