Elara, flicked her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. She had just finished tidying herself up, for the second time today. She had just put on a fresh clean white blouse, a pair of high-waisted green dress trousers and a pair of short heels. She checked herself over in the mirror. I like this she thought, checking her make-up to make sure it was perfect. I feel like a new woman, that I have the role that was meant for. I know I'm only an omega and any other wolf could probably kill me in one swipe. But I can do this. I can assist the pack in other ways. I'm smart and resourceful and I can protect my friend. My only friend who risked so much for my safety and happiness. I feel like such an i***t. Why did I make her go out? In public of all places?! I didn't know anything about her pas
