SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
The clipboard shook in my hands, and I hated myself for it, because I was the one person on this entire campus who had nothing to fear tonight. I had no wolf. I had no beast clawing at the inside of my skin, desperate to be let loose under a moon the color of an old wound. I was just Scarlet Diaz, wolfless omega, standing at the edge of the quad with a lanyard around my neck that read SUPERVISOR in block letters, as if a piece of laminated paper could make me feel like I belonged here.
The sky had already started to change. Clouds bled backward from the horizon, thinning to reveal a moon swollen and red, like someone had dipped it in rust and left it to dry. The air smelled of pine smoke and something coppery underneath it, something that made the hair on my arms ris
