I couldn't help pacing in the spacious living room void of furniture. Joshua and Sam had left hours ago to meet with Alpha Stewart, and I hadn't heard a thing from them, making me nervous. I had stormed out of the kitchen after the third time I sliced into my thumb while helping with dinner prep. Willow had scolded me each time, but quickly healed my wounds. Since Joshua's appearance in our life, she had become stronger. Both of my parents were omegas, though my father was rather large from his work on the pack's construction crew. I never imagined Willow, also an Omega, having the type of stoicism I had felt from her lately. She acted more like a Beta wolf. Before, she was always calm; her stature graceful and meek. Now, she acted more like the calm before the storm. She grew bold many ti
