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He pushed past the acrylic pullovers and the shrunken wool vests. "Come on," Elion whispered. "Alex painted it. It has to be here." If the painting was a prophecy, the prop had to exist. He reached the end of the rack. There it was. A heavy, grey, cable-knit sweater. It looked oversized. Cozy. It looked like something a fisherman would wear to wait out a storm. Elion grabbed it. He checked the tag. 100% Wool. Made in Ireland. He held it up. It looked exactly like the one in the painting. The texture. The color.

I feel suffocated. I get inside of the Guess and looking for something to buy. I am planning to wear a sweatshirt and pants for my bottom since it’s gloomy for the past few days. I went to the sweatshirt section and look for one. A while after, I saw a piece that caught my eyes. “Abigail Crewneck Pullover” I read the name of it on the price tag. It’s an evening blue crewneck sweatshirt featuring contrasting tape down the long sleeves and a sporty embroidered logo detail at the front center.

"Wear these. I'm gonna go to the bathroom." And with that he was out the door. I looked at the hoodie. It was grey and had 'Aaron Walker' written in black font at the back. I sighed before throwing my old clothes and putting the new ones on. I laughed when the shorts looked like three quarter pyjamas due to the height difference.

Without saying anything, I just heard him. I was still in the hospital gown because there was a dress code for omegas in the pack, and Elijah was going to provide me with the cloth. So he took me to the locker room first. "Personal Omegas wear black trousers, a white shirt, and a black waistcoat. A dress like a waiter," He said, unlocking the biggest locker loaded with new clothes for omegas. "Pick your size," He immediately hissed when he realized that there wasn’t a white shirt in my size. "Damn it! I told you that your body doesn’t look like an omega. Are you sure you’re an omega?" He asked me, looking at me suspiciously.

He had darkly tanned skin, and startling, vivid green eyes. The collar of his tee shirt – it was grey, with "Black River Wildlife Preserve" printed on the front above a logo of a wavery black line meant to indicate a river, and the silhouette of a howling wolf – was loose enough to show a lusty crop of chest hair rising to the base of his neck. He also wore navy-blue sweats, and his muscular thighs would have done credit to a marathon runner.

he said. Gabe shook his head. "No. I didn't come with anyone." Gabe answered simply. "But I saw Lyla behind you, Gabe." Archie replied. "Maybe what you saw was Irina, Damien's sister." said Ash. Archie shook his head and replied, "No. My eyesight is still very good. I can't see it wrong. Because... The girl with the yellow sweather wool with the wolf's head on the left chest is only Lyla. The same Sweather as the three of us, specially made by Aunt Erin, who Aunt Erin calls the family sweather." Archie explained at length.

I didn't bother hiding my laugh at his nonsense. Earl was a jovial man in his mid-sixties, and spoke exclusively in an odd drawl, like a drunken hillbilly. He was dressed in overalls (nothing underneath) and a trucker hat, and had greeted me at the front door with a huge grin. He was a creep, but in a charming way -- like he would look, but you could trust him to never touch. Regina, his wife, was a classy lady, dressed in velvet with big hoopy earrings that were probably solid gold. She smiled at Earl, a look of infinite fondness that made me ache.

"You want to be famous, little guy?" Earl spun in an excited circle, his fluffy tail a blur. "I'll take that as a yes," Deja laughed. By the time they left the boutique, Earl had an entire wardrobe—everything from the leather jackets to tiny tuxedos, sports jerseys, and even a small crown. Deja had also purchased a premium dog carrier that looked more like a designer handbag, which Earl had immediately claimed as his throne. Over coffee (for her) and filtered room-temperature water (for him), Deja created an I*******m account on her phone: @TheEarlOfDrama. She uploaded the first batch of photos with carefully crafted captions:

I end up buying several cute keychains and a pink octopus plushie. We head to the next stall where they sell shirts with bold prints of the Tropical Thunder Circuit. Some designs show a racer mid-turn which I swear looks like Reed with its red and black color palette. Others have the race logo across the chest with tropical flowers wrapped around it. Evelyn holds up a shirt against me and squints like a stylist. I laugh and shove it back onto the rack. I can’t resist buying the black and red shirt before we move to the next stall.

KEENA Standing in the closet I finger through the clothes that are hanging on the "to wear when I am not around" side of the closet. Letting out a frustrated sigh I grab my cutest pair of black sweats. Looking down at the runes that now cover my forearms I know that I want to have them covered. I wrinkle my nose at all of the oversized sweatshirts and refuse to put them on. Grabbing a cropped sweatshirt from the other side of the closet and I slip it over my head. Jarek can't be too angry at my choice of clothing. I am covered except for a small bit of my stomach that is barely visible.