SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
The training grounds were the one place in the pack where weakness wasn't pitied.
It was punished.
I tightened the worn leather straps around my wrists and stepped onto the packed dirt as wolves circled the arena in pairs. Laughter, jeers, and the metallic clash of training weapons echoed through the clearing. Somewhere beyond the walls, the morning sun had finally climbed over the mountains, but it brought no warmth with it.
Not for an Omega.
Especially not one who hadn't shifted.
I rolled my shoulders, ignoring the familiar ache that had become part of me. Every bruise from yesterday had barely faded before another took its place. That was my life here.
"Scarlet."
The instructor's voice cracked through the air.
My stomach sank.
"Ivy."
A smirk spread across
