Ten

Katana

I stood there, silent with my mouth opening and closing like a fish, not having an answer to his question. Zayn shook his head and scoffed.

"You like him, don't you?"

"Come on, Zayn, what is wrong with you? Can you stop making this more difficult than it is," I said, exasperated and tired of his accusations because my stupid wolf was mocking me.

"Rules are rules, Zayn. Damien doesn't like me, and you shouldn't beat yourself up over him. Let's try to make the best of this situation."

"Yeah right," he scoffed, angry and hurt, staring at me with disgust. I stared back at him without knowing what to say.

Later that evening, a sea of omegas surged forward as we trudged along the dusty path, carrying our possessions on their backs or in hand-woven baskets on their heads.

Little children held tightly onto their parents' hands and the elderly males and females who were bent and wrinkled shuffled along.

A long line of people stretched into the distance as we went past the pack