Black Sheep Brynne Weaver Novels & Stories

Baird paused, and I hadn't realized I was staring at him wide-eyed with my mouth open, I quickly closed it and composed myself when I saw him smiling at me. “Turns out,” Baird continued, “it was a sheep. I kid you not, this massive, wooly beast comes charging out of the bushes, bleating like it’s on a mission. My men and I were so caught off guard that we just stood there for a second, staring at this thing.” I couldn’t help but blurt out a laugh, but I covered my mouth with my hands, I didn't want to offend Alpha Grayson. Baird leaned back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he concluded the tale. “We took it back to a farm nearby and named it Rogue Sheep.”

someone muttered nearby, "she actually showed up." I didn't turn. I knew the voice — Brenna, a she-wolf who loved reminding me I didn't belong. Born to the elite Hunter bloodline, she never missed an opportunity to establish the vast chasm between our stations. Her pack sisters snickered behind cupped hands, but I kept my gaze fixed on the bonfires, pretending the flames fascinated me. "I'm surprised they even let her participate," another voice added. "It's not like anyone would want to be paired with an omega."