A yawn and a quick glance around came from the wolf, his behind taking a seat on a grassy patch of land on the outskirts of a forest.
It was finally morning.
The omega slept within the nest of blankets he’d made inside of his rundown bedroom to feel safe from any intruders, his paranoia clearly unsettling in itself.
Yet there he was, asleep.
A yawn escaped the male, seeing as he was visibly exhausted after the nightly routine of hunting in his wolf form.
❛ Meeting me would easily shut
up those idiots who think that an
omega needs to be taken care of . . ❜
The wolf was curled up against the stump of an ancient tree, seemingly stuck in the form seeing as he’d been rushing and his outfit (now in shreds) was out of commission.
It wouldn’t be wise to draw attention to himself while entering the town to get to his secret ‘apartment’.