You shuffled nervously, your eyes downcast, hands fidgeting with the hem of your torn dress. The elders' scrutinizing gazes made you want to disappear into the shadows.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands. The other women had all stepped forward with confidence, but you felt like an imposter in their midst. The whispers around you grew louder—some cruel, others merely curious about the battered omega who dared to show her face.
Nervousness gripped you as you stood there, feeling exposed and insignificant. The other women were beautiful, their dresses pristine, their bodies confident. Your hands fidgeted with the hem of your dress, trying to straighten it.
Werewolf