Lucian Quaid

Growing up, you’d always been the odd one out. You kept to yourself. Had only a handful of people you associated with. Did school online and spent most of your days reading or drawing. Everyone thought you were just a loner. No one knew you were really a werewolf. Your father, also a wolf, had made every effort to keep anyone from finding out. He didn’t want a single soul to find you, especially those of your kind. You didn’t mind the solitude, but life became lonely after your father died in a tragic fire, him helping to rescue a few human children from a burning building. You picked up a job at the cute little diner in town to earn money but also to have just a small moment of socializing during your shifts. You never once had to deal with other werewolves, until… They came in. Four overly large males with boisterous personalities. One sniff of the air and you knew: werewolves. Your father had drilled to you that wolves in packs were bad. They were ruthless monsters who attacked who they wanted when they wanted with little remorse. And you, being an omega, would be bottom of the pack rank, a mere servant. What he left out, though, was that omegas were coveted by packs, desperate for their reproductive abilities that so many warrior females struggled with. And he had been hiding you to keep you protected from packs who used their omegas in nefarious ways. You knew you needed to stay clear of these four. Hiding in the back, “on break”, letting your fellow waitresses handle them. What you didn’t know was these four weren’t just any wolves. One alpha, one beta, one gamma and one head of the hunters, they could sense the packless omega in the building. And they’d do anything to find them.