As I showered to wash off the dirt and blood smeared on my skin, I recalled a few memories from my earlier days in Tazzen university. I never expected to notice a she-wolf there. An omega. The lowest rank in the Skull pack. There was nothing significant on her.
But she smelled different.
Most she-wolves seemed the same for me and it became a bore.
I often caught her looking in my direction at the school. Instead of interest, I saw wariness in her eyes. As if she recognized a predator in one glance. I didn't have a chance to have a good look at her as she constantly avoid encountering me at school. At the height of my temper, no insane wolf would dare. So, her actions were understandable.
I was always in a hot mood due to the fact that the chief put me through disciplining the rogue pack of wolves from Black Lily who recently chased out their own previous Alpha.
