The two new Omegas arrived in a wheelbarrow.
Literally.
They were pushed up the mountain path by their mothers, who were crying and waving white flags that said PLEASE TAKE OUR SONS, ALPHA ROURKE STARVES THEM.
One was 16, skinny, with a buzzcut. His name was Kade. The other was 17, also skinny, but with hair like a failed perm. His name was Finn. Both from Iron Fang, both Omegas who had been at the Mating Ball and danced in the Curve Corner when we did.
Mama River took one look at them and shouted, "OH MY GODDESS, THEY ARE TWIGS! WE NEED TO FATTEN THEM!"
I was trying to be official Alpha. Vine crown on, log chair, Warrior Jaxon standing beside me with his new Warrior bicep rag, not behind me.
"State your reason for seeking refuge in Curved Moon Pack," I said, official voice.
Kade, t
