"Leah! Are you paying attention to what I'm teaching you?" I return my gaze to the woman with the white and long hair. It felt as though something resonated in my ear as she mentioned something. I heard her heart was weakening. Even though she tried to disguise it, I could tell by the way her wrist pulsed that it was diminishing.
This was something I sensed when I was younger. I have a unique ability to detect someone's disease, but because I'm only an omega, my opinion is irrelevant, or in other words, they will disregard this skill of mine. I shifted my gaze to the wandering man, son of the Lycan King. He walked with his father while upright, not looking back, and his face was devoid of emotion. His expression indicates that he does not need to take any action since everyone will kneel before him.
My heartbeat rose as they reached our spot. My companions bowed, but I just stared at him. Helena bent my head as my gazes met with the man next to the Lycan King, the doctor instructing me on how to cure werewolves with severe wounds. She warned me that no matter how rapidly their wound healed, there was still a risk they might not regain strength right away.
My name is Leah Vuk, and I am the lone omega wolf. I don't have a pack, we're just the focus of a laugh, and we generally have bruises on our bodies, which is why I considered becoming a doctor—for the sake of our names.
"Helena, how are the meds you're discovering?" As I feared, Alpha Hector Sergio had no scent to identify them. He didn't pay attention to me, and even with my head lowered, I attempted to peer into Amoux's face, whom I had long adored.
Regardless of the fact that I've only been visiting the Nightwalker pack for three months, I'm really happy that Alpha King has just let me stay. His attention isn't drawn to me, but he also doesn't drive me away, which is a blessing since I've been wanting to learn more about the many ailments that werewolves may suffer from for a long time, and I'm pleased that the Nightwalker pack has a leader who isn't averse to my learning more. Even though he does not drive me away, he does not prevent wolves in his lower levels from making fun of me or injuring me in any other manner either. Due to the fact that I am only fifteen years old and have not yet undergone the shift into a wolf, I am unable to combat them efficiently, but I try.
"They're doing well, Alpha. When we make them ideal for an extended period of time, there is a risk that the wolves will instantly restore their vitality anytime they desire to fight." Helena still bowed as she said.
My cheeks flushed as Amoux didn't take his eyes away from me. Because of his demeanor, I bent my head even further. When Alpha Hector stopped speaking, Helena released a grip of my head, indicating that they were going, but Amoux interrupted them, much to my surprise. I didn't anticipate him to notice me in a negative way.
"Why is there an omega crap here?" I looked up since Helena was no longer keeping my head down. She attempts to control me, but I don't back down. I returned his ice-cold glare.
"Excuse me for coming here unexpectedly without your permission, but shouldn't the Alpha king be the first to inquire because he hasn't yet given you his place? You are still a Nightwalker member who must join the hunt against rogues and other wolf packs." I didn't hesitate to tell him that since I was used to other wolves abusing me and it wouldn't be surprising if he hit me here.
He shows off his canines, which astounded me because I had no idea when I would do the same to mine. My face was filled with wonder rather than dread. When he realized that I wasn't terrified, he changed it back to normal. I bent my head abruptly because I suddenly recalled how low I was in relation to the person I was conversing to now. He straightened himself and resumed his stroll with his father. I even heard him remark something only the four of us could hear before he departed.
"Nevermind. Whatever you do, you can't deny that no matter what you strive for, you're still a waste and inferior to me."
Even though it had been years, that was the last time I saw him. That was the only thing we talked about that I remembered a few years afterwards. That's why I went on about how I felt about him. Until I reached the age of eighteen. The time has arrived for me to shapeshift. And I had no idea he'd be the one I'd see those times...
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3 year later
A puberty. This is what I hate.
"Ahh..!"
Because of the intense agony I felt inside, I touched my face. I also tore the clothing I was wearing because I was afraid my flesh might tear. I rapidly managed to tear my underpants, which I had removed while standing. I'm not sure where I get my physical strength. I looked at my hand since that's where the pain is coming from, and it feels like my entire body is being stretched. As I knelt down, I clasped one of my palms.
"G-God... Please help me!" The ache in my face has returned, and my mouth is suddenly burning. My feet, too, appeared to be drifting away from me. My bones are swelling and seem to be bursting through my skin, and my body appears to be flaming.
"It... hurts..." I pinned my face to the floor, my back bones have strained, and my body hair has begun to emerge. My body was drenched in perspiration, yet all I could do was scream. The middle of my face and ears were the final parts of my body to lengthen. When I noticed the difference in my look, I came to a complete halt.
When I waggled my tail, the door swung open just in time to let Amoux in.