To transform an omega

I stare at the burning fire, watching as a piece of wood slowly dwindlies to ash. It was crazy how just a few minutes ago there had been a jagged piece of wood in the chimney and how all that was left of it was black char. Winter had come with a vengeance,as if the snow queen herself sent a flurry down on the pack just to toy with us. A blizzard had swept across the pack a few days ago and left it's residue. Snow filled every available inch of ground. The pack grounds were filled with four inches of snow and walking it was kind of tricky, doing chores in this weather was the most difficult. Most activities had been suspended until the blizzard passes fully. It was too cold to stay out for any considerable amount of time, and being wolf shifters we burned at a higher temperature than humans, and yet we were also affected by the cold. That morning, noticing that the snow had dissipated a bit, the alphas and a few betas had all gone out for a great hunt. It was for the winter solstice ceremony the next day I am turning eighteen in less than twenty four hours, my heart is so heavy I feel the desolation spreading faster than a raging fire as I sit there staring in at the fire, creating district shapes to distract myself. I kept wondering what my fate was, what would happen to me after tomorrow. What was the world out there like for an Omega. What would happen if I did not match with an Alpha? Would I end up like Sammie, unmatched, unhappy and bitter? With a bad skill of crochet knitting to keep me warm on long winter days. Would a pack even want to take me in, a cursed omega. Heaving a breath, I looked around the huge log cabin that served as the main pack house, wondering if I would miss this, would I miss the pack, the shifters here and my daily assigned chores. Or would I be so relieved to be out of here, foraging for a new beginning. I had no means of knowing if a new pack would be more or less cruel Sammie's humming brought me back from my musings, the sound always drove me insane, the sound was always an out of tune version of sam smith's 'fire on fire' but today it was a welcome distraction seeing as I badly needed one from my intrusive thoughts. It wouldn't be bad to focus on him would it?. So I did. I imagined his tepid eyes warm with mirth, his mouth curved with a full smile, and his shiny auburn hair pulled into a hard knot enticing me to his smooth cheekbones, square jaw and luscious lips. It was a beautiful sight and I wanted more. What would it feel like to have him as my alpha. I badly wanted him to be. To be kissed and held by him. My pulse fluttered and I almost moaned but caught myself in time. It would be unwise to court Sammie's attention with the sound of my imagined passion. Her gaze was too sharp and she knew everything, it wouldn't take her long to figure out that I was getting turned on by daydreaming of an alpha. I thought about how his hands would caress me as he slowly brought our lips together and how the feeling of his lips pressed to mine would be electrifying I haven't seen my alpha in days since the incident and I knew all enforcers were returning today ahead of the ceremony for the winter solstice which was also the day I was born Due to this damning blizzard, my usual foray into the woods to pick mushrooms had ended abruptly, for the past four days I have been recovering in my room. My too tiny room I had lived in all my life, was stuffy, but it was mine, and I could do with it as I pleased. And I had. As much as I could. The walls were covered with cut out murals of exotic plants and animals I had been able to lay my hands on and whatever available space left was painted to blend in with the pictures. The wall was one big crazy art piece. It was beautiful. Some were delicately carved and others where a specie of animals I had never seen. I had a favorite, and it was a painting I had taken a while ago from one of the alphas. It was really beautiful, no one had seen it except my best friend Nira. No alpha was allowed in his quarters when an omega was doing chores. They could relax anywhere else, it was to avoid triggering an omega's heat should they match as mates. I had siphoned it while cleaning the alphas quarters. It was a drawing of a grey wolf, mid leap,with claws extended. The wolf was set against a cloudy background signalling stormy weather. How a wolf could hunt in such conditions was marvelling. The intricate designs showed strength and beauty. Talking about the picture was out of the question since everyone avoided me like the plague, I was tolerated but I was pretty sure that was the only way the pack looked at me, with tolerance. And I didn't mind as long as I was left alone