I learned early that being an Omega in this city meant keeping my head down.That night the lesson came with fists.They cornered me behind the old laundry on 9th. Three of them, all Betas, laughing like it was a game. I was nineteen, small for a werewolf, scent soft and sweet the way Omegas are, and I had never learned how to throw a punch that mattered. The first hit took the air out of my lungs. The second split my lip. I went down hard on the wet pavement and curled in on myself while they kicked whatever they could reach. Someone spat on me. Someone else called me a fragile little bitch who should have stayed in heat clinics where I belonged.When they finally got bored and left, I stayed on the ground until the shaking slowed. My ribs hurt. My left eye was already swelling. I dragged myself up and started the long walk home because the buses had stopped running and I had no one to call.I didn’t make it far.My legs gave out two blocks from the industrial docks. I stumbled into
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