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Chapter 2: A Sister’s Plea
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2026-02-25 05:44:33Flora’s world was the size of a small, cramped room in the omega quarters of the Silver Creek pack. The air always smelled faintly of herbs and drying laundry, a testament to the endless chores that filled her days. As an omega, her life was one of service, of quiet invisibility. Her wolf was small, timid, and content in the background, a stark contrast to the vibrant spirits of the higher-ranking wolves.
Today, however, a different scent filled the room—the sharp, cloying smell of sickness.
Her older sister, Lena, lay curled on their thin pallet, her body wracked with tremors, her skin clammy. A fever, the pack healer had called it, a nasty one that required bedrest. But today was not a day for rest. Today, Lena was supposed to be in service at the Royal Castle. The Silver Creek pack, like all others, paid tribute to the crown not just in gold and resources, but in labor. A rotation of their best omegas and betas served the castle staff for a month at a time. It was a great honor, one Lena had been looking forward to for months.
“I can’t, Flora,” Lena whispered, her voice hoarse and weak. “I can’t even stand.”
Flora dabbed a cool cloth on her sister’s forehead, her heart aching with a familiar mixture of love and helplessness. “Shhh, I know. Just rest. I’ll speak to the Head Omicron. I’m sure they’ll understand.”
But Flora knew they wouldn’t. The rotation was set. The King’s household demanded punctuality. Failure to appear would bring shame and punishment upon their family and their pack. The Head Omicron, a stern wolf named Mara who viewed any deviation from schedule as a personal insult, would not be swayed by a simple fever.
As if summoned by her thoughts, a sharp knock echoed on their door. Mara stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression unimpressed. “Lena. You are late. The transport leaves in ten minutes.”
“Head Omicron Mara,” Flora began, stepping forward, “Lena is ill. She cannot possibly travel today, let alone work for a month.”
Mara’s gaze flicked to the shivering form on the pallet, a flicker of something—annoyance, not sympathy—in her eyes. “The roster is full, Flora. There is no one to replace her. The King’s kitchens are short-staffed as it is. She will go, or her family will face the consequences for her dereliction of duty.”
Panic clawed at Flora’s throat. The consequences were not empty threats. It could mean less food, a colder room, or even a public flogging for Lena once she was well enough. She couldn’t let that happen. An idea, desperate and terrifying, bloomed in her mind.
“I will go in her place,” Flora said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.
Mara’s eyebrows shot up. “You? You are not on the roster. Your skills are in laundry and mending, not in the fine arts of the royal kitchens.”
“I learn quickly,” Flora insisted, her voice trembling but firm. “I know the basic duties. I will work twice as hard. Please, Head Omicron. Do not let my sister be punished for something she cannot control.”
Mara studied her, her sharp gaze missing nothing. Flora was smaller than Lena, more delicate in build, with wide, fearful eyes that seemed to take up half her face. But there was a stubborn set to her jaw that Mara hadn’t seen before. It was the look of a cornered animal willing to do anything to protect its own.
“Fine,” Mara snapped, relenting with ill grace. “But this is on your head if you fail. Get your things. You leave now.”
Flora packed a small satchel with trembling hands, whispering reassurances to a grateful, sleeping Lena. As she followed Mara out of the omega quarters, a knot of dread tightened in her stomach. She was an omega, a creature of habit and shadows. She was about to be thrust into the blinding light of the Royal Court, a world of power and peril she had only ever heard stories about. She was an imposter, a stand-in, a ghost walking in her sister’s place. She just prayed she wouldn’t be seen.
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