So the scout did as he was told, he ran into the pack house frantically searching for Luna Lola. He asked one of the omega’s that was cleaning the entrance.
“Where’s Luna?” He almost screamed at her, he didn’t mean to but he was under pressure. The Queen was here, the Queen that everyone was under the impression died. He was shocked to say the least.
“In Alphas office.” The poor girl nearly peed herself. She was terrified of most if not all higher ranked wolves. They were cruel to Omega’s. They were the last ones to eat, even though the prepared the feasts and cooked it all. They did all chores. And if the unmated males wanted s****l fantasies acted out, the omega’s were the people they did them too.
The scout bounded up the stairs two at a time. He got to the door and knocked, waitin
