The Black Wolf
Groaning, I pulled a pillow over my head, reluctant to leave the warmth of my bed, until a sudden realization jolted me upright.
It’s my birthday, my eighteenth birthday. A smile broke across my face as excitement surged through me. Without a second thought, I sprang out of bed and padded into the living room.
There, Siora, our ever-dutiful omega, was busy arranging boxes and baskets, her small frame bustling with energy.
“What are all these?” I asked, wide-eyed.
“Oh, finally you're awake!” she chirped, barely glancing up. “What do you think they are? Gifts, of course! It’s your birthday, and half the young men in the pack have sent something.”
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