“Wait…” She knew as well as I did that an Omega wouldn’t be with a pack unless they were courting her. The OMA had strict policies, and Omegas were kept on heat suppressants if they were of age and unclaimed. She drew her own conclusions from the pieces of the story she had and realization dawned in her gaze. “Is she okay?” “You know about as much as I do now. But as long as she’s with us, she’s safe. You know us well enough to know we’d never touch a godsdamn hair on her head without her permission, but she’s going to need help, which is why I’m here.”
