Chapter 72 - Chapter 72

By the time I sank onto the bed in the omegas' shared quarters, my body felt like it was made of lead. The mattress was lumpy, the blanket scratchy, but it was more comfort than I had known in what felt like an eternity. The faint warmth of other bodies, the soft rustle of movement in the large room, the familiar smell of laundry soap and firewood these were the scents of survival, of belonging, even if it was at the very bottom rung of the pack.