Sofia pov.
As I sat on the porch, memories of Granny Aria flooded me. She'd say, "Sofia, you have beautiful magic in you. You're not just an omega, child. Very soon, everything will make sense, and those who called you worthless will regret their words." I'd giggle, feeling like the most special kid in the pack.
Granny Aria was a force to be reckoned with – strong, beautiful, and powerful. Over three hundred years old, but she looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She'd been the pack healer and head warrior, a title that commanded respect. I'd often marvel at her strength, especially after she'd lost my grandpa and two uncles, in a rogue attack long before I was born. She never got a second chance mate.
When my mother didn't want me, Granny Aria took me in. Josh, Damian, and Mark wo
