CHAPTER 5
Fair underneath the surface of him I see his torment, and it’s so sharp, I ponder how I missed it at to begin with, given this is what I am, and it’s what I’ve been able to do since I was a child.
I see a shifter’s torment, and I can recuperate them. It’s one of the things I can do which gives me the title of Omega. To stem animosity in a pack? That takes will and control, but this other thing, this recuperating? This takes no exertion at all.
In a world where omegas are uncommon, my blessing makes me profitable, indeed if I’m not as solid and as forceful as other wolves. I’m not easygoing, but I’m not prevailing either, which, in Shane’s eyes, makes me useless. Frail. Useless.
“You need to tell me your name?” he inquires when I don’t respond.
I startle and twitch my look ab
