The omega screams when I approach her. She presses against the stone wall again. There's nowhere for her to run. Hasker and I cornered her.
"Please," she begs. "Don't hurt me."
But as I get closer, her shy demeanor turns defensive. Her lips curl back to reveal her teeth and she snarls. She squeezes the long chain in her tiny, delicate fists, as if she wants to threaten me with it like a weapon.
I laugh, and even Hasker can't help but chuckle behind me.
"See," I tell him, not taking my eyes off the wild omega. "I said she's one of us."
I move cautiously towards her, making no sudden movements that might startle her. I'm not afraid of the omega, of course. I could rip you limb from limb if that were the case. But at the same time, I'm not looking forward to feeling her bite.
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