POV: Otto Moorland

The weight of imposter syndrome sat heavy on Otto's shoulders as he climbed the steps to Northwind Hall, his single duffel bag looking pathetically modest compared to the designer luggage sets being unloaded from luxury vehicles around him. At eighteen, he'd grown used to feeling out of place in most supernatural social situations, but Moonrise Academy represented a whole new level of not belonging.

This wasn't just about being an Omega in a world designed for Alphas. This ...