Following Beatrix’s instructions, I get up and shower off the stress and bad memories, then get myself dressed for the day. When I’m finally decent, I go to the kitchen and freeze in the doorway as I register the scent of fresh orange juice and… no way! I’m over to the oven in a flash, my mouth salivating as I open the warmer and take in the four delicious-looking breakfast tacos in their own little holders. There’s a glass of freshly squeezed OJ on the counter next to the oven with a handwritten note placed against the glass, so, I pick it up and read it. Good morning Snuggle-Wolf! I didn’t want to wake you and thought you might be hungry, so I made your favourite breakfast tacos and some juice. There’s more juice in the fridge. Hope you have a great day; I’ll see you after work! All my love Pixie x I smile from ear to ear as I read the note over and over, my heart swelling with happiness at this amazing and thoughtful gesture. I carefully place the note down, grab a pair of oven

My stomach twists into a knot when I hear Landry say those words. I’ve never met Landry’s father, but from the stories he’s told me, I’d hoped to avoid meeting him. Especially since I know how he feels about Omegas. I can’t help what I am, it makes no sense for him to hate me or anyone else like me for being born a certain way that we can’t control.'Some people will find any reason to hate others, Jen. Their hearts are so bitter and twisted they can’t even summon a kind word or thought. It’s not your fault and you don’t deserve it. I just hate that I can’t come out to give him a piece of my mind,' Beatrix snarls as she crouches down as if ready to pounce.'You can always speak through me,' I gently remind her.Beatrix sits back on her hind legs with a caring look in her eyes, 'We both know you don’t want me to do that. When speaking with Landry or Matthan, sure, but not for something like this, and I respect that. But you realise, one of these days someone is going to go too far in h

I cover my mouth as I mask yet another yawn. It's safe to say I didn’t sleep well last night. Between the previous night's nightmare, my dad’s unexpected and unwelcome appearance and the thoughts and feelings it brought out in Jennifer, I couldn’t get a wink of sleep.Maybe I’m callous for saying this, but I don’t miss my dad. I love him because he’s my dad and he’s all I have left, but I don’t like him. After my mum passed away he wasn’t the same dad anymore. He tried to raise a warrior, but that’s not the life I wanted. Nothing I did was ever good enough, and while my dad never laid a hand on me, he belittled me every single day. On top of that, he always went on and on about how Omegas are the worst thing to ever happen to the mutolupus species, that they are weak and useless and only good for destroying whoever is unlucky enough to be fated to them. I could never understand why he hated them so much. I still don’t.Jennifer may be an Omega, but she’s the best and kindest person I’

The rest of the day went by very smoothly. I spent most of it focusing on Bai while the other carers tended to the other kids. It was the most Bai had interacted with anyone, so they didn’t pull me away. He really seemed to relax and open up while we played chess, and I’m hoping in time I can maybe get him to play with one of the other children, maybe one even willing to let him teach them to play chess. He’s such a sweet boy, I’d love to see him making friends. I’m just in the kitchen doing the dishes after lunch when I hear footsteps approaching carrying the scent of rose and chamomile. A smile breaks across my face, and I spin around and leap at the tall figure entering the kitchen. They catch me effortlessly as I breathe in their floral scent. “Pappa!” I cheer as I feel my dad’s arms wrap around me and swing me around with ease. “How are you, Cupcake?” He asks joyfully while kissing my cheeks and setting me on my feet. “I’m wonderful,” I smile up at him, “What brings you by? T

Jennifer and I spent all of last night discussing my decision to get private training lessons and once we had everything out on the table, she asked if today I would accompany her to pack training, so we could at least experience it together. She’s not asking me to attend every training session with the pack, just this one, and as much as the thought of training gives me flashbacks of trying to get out of P.E. the thought of spending more time with Jennifer was a huge incentive. I’ve already cleared my day with Maggie, whose only response was ‘It’s about time’, so it's safe to say I won’t get any argument from her. I managed to scrounge up some workout clothes I brought from home. I don’t know why I packed them, but I guess I’m glad I did. The clothes still feel and smell brand new, so that tells you how little I wore them. They’re nothing special, just a grey long-sleeved workout shirt, black workout leggings and black workout shorts over those and black sneakers. The shorts might be