The pack doesn't know what to do with me.I notice this the next morning. First at breakfast — I come in at my usual time, take my usual spot at the end of the long table, and the three Omegas already seated there look up and then look away and then look back and then away again, which they've never done before. Before, they looked away once and kept looking away.The repetition is new.I eat my porridge.Dara sits across from me. New chapter of the same cracked cup. She has both hands wrapped around it and she's watching the room in the way she sometimes watches rooms — taking stock, cataloging, the particular attention of someone whose job requires reading people before they tell her what's wrong."Brek nodded at you," she says."When.""When you came in. Before you sat down."I didn't see this. I was looking at my porridge.I look at Brek now — three tables down, eating with the other Gammas, back to the room the way Gammas sit when they're off duty. He's not looking at me. But the
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