Watch My Disappearing Act
My mate, Ethan Rickman, is an Omega without a wolf. No official position is willing to hire him. That means we live in poverty, but I've always believed that our love can overcome anything.
Seven years after our mating, hunger drives me and our son, Theo Rickman, to dig through trash bins late at night, looking for food.
Theo moves quickly and quietly. He's become skilled at it. With a cheerful grin, he whispers to me, "Mom, this bin belongs to an award-winning restaurant! The food's fresh and tastes great. Let's bring some back for Dad!"
The next day, I put on the cleanest clothes I own and head to that same restaurant, hoping to get hired as a janitor.
If I get the job, maybe I can bri