Omega Bound
Skylar omega boundômeganew alpha son old omega father
I pull the overall on with numb fingers, then lift a black lycan mask, putting it on.
When it settles over my face, I feel something ease inside me.
The world grows quiet, just muted. Good, I think it allows me to vanish. The horn sounds out to signal the beginning.
We run.
Corn stalks rub against my legs, dry leaves crunching as we run the maze stretches out under the moonlight, silvered and ethereal.
Paths splitting, laughter rings out, and someone shrieks with delight nearby.
I run harder than I should.
My shoulder hurts with every stride. The ache flares to my neck, pain curling down my spine.