Stray Omega by Lizzy Bequin

to obey his pack leader’s command. He held the wild omega as she continued
to hiss and flail like a hellcat.
To the side, Leros raised himself up, brushing away dirt and spitting out
leaves. He turned to Ark, and even in the silvery moonlight it was obvious he
was flushed with embarrassment at his misstep.
“You okay, kid?”
Leros nodded. “What about you, boss? She bit you pretty good.”
“Had worse. It’ll heal.”
But the boy was right. The crazy little omega had left a nasty gash on his
knuckles. The hot, rusty smell of blood filled the air. Ark went to the packs to
find a strip of cloth for a bandage.
“Kid, stoke that fire so we can see what we’re dealing with here.”
The fire had burnt down to dim coals. Leros quickly set to work reviving it.
He dropped in a handful of dry pine needles that drifted white smoke then
suddenly ignited into orange flames. Atop this he piled twigs, then thicker
branches, and in short order the fire was once again snapping and dancing
with yellow light.
“All right, imp,” Ark growled. “Let’s have a look at you then.”
As he finished winding the bandage around his stinging knuckles, Ark
stepped forward to inspect their quarry. By now the omega had realized the
futility of struggling against Orwen’s powerful grasp. Or perhaps she had
simply worn herself out. Either way, her small naked body now hung limp