The next sun brought the scent of the Seattle coast and the start of the commercial shoot. Originally, I was to be framed with a cluster of other omegas, but Scott had spent the night reviewing the raw footage from the previous hunt. He decided my presence was too predatory; I would make the others look like domesticated pups. In the end, it was just me and one male wolf from a local neutral pack.
Early that morning, a frantic scratching at my door preceded Lisa. I cracked it open, my scent still heavy with the lingering musk of the High Alpha. Lisa’s eyes went wide.
"Ava? Are you... hiding a stray?" she hissed. "You just broke the bond with that cur Blake, but I know the scent of a dominant male when it hits me. Who is daring enough to mark my Silver Wolf’s territory? Move! Let me see h
