TRAINING THE OMEGASThe morning mist was still thick on the grass when Esmeralda walked out to the training field. Usually, this place was filled with the sounds of heavy boots and the scent of aggression. But today, the air felt different. It felt heavy with doubt.

Standing in a ragged line were the Omegas. Some were young, barely past their first shift. Others were older, with grey fur and tired eyes. In the eyes of the pack, these were the "weak" ones. They were the ones who were told to hide ...