Rita
It was dinnertime already and I was prepping the vegetables I had picked from our garden. The kitchen was about to be busy with omegas running around to get dinner ready. I was soaking in the quietness before the bustle. The day had been smooth overall and I expected dinner to be the same. I missed working in the kitchen full-time sometimes, but I was grateful for being able to work at all. My story wasn't anything special. I was abandoned and grew up between packs as an orphan. By the time I was able to shift, I had run away. At first, I'd stay in human towns, exchanging household labor for shelter and frequenting food pantries to eat. It wasn't too bad. The humans weren't what my kind described them to be. Eventually, I was stalked by some demon who alleged that I was his lover. I
