Julian
I’ve been in this goddess-forsaken pack for less than five minutes, and I was already ready to leave. I get why Duncan wanted us to come along, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my cool if the level of disrespect we’re being shown already is the norm. Alpha James has completely ignored both Lucian and me, Amelia can’t stop eye-f*****g Duncan, and the new luna hasn’t been introduced to any of us.
I glance around the front of the packhouse, trying to at least make some use of this farce of a welcome, and notice that everyone else here has eyes cast down. Not out of respect, but out of fear. You can tell the difference if you look for it. Most omegas are naturally submissive—they keep their eyes downcast but their heads up. They won’t necessarily look you in the eye, especially i
