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The teenager really had swallowed more pills. Luke assumed he'd taken a whole pack of strong painkillers, even though he was sure the dose still wouldn't be lethal for a werewolf.

Right now the young werewolf was sleeping while Tyler and I sat in his office with Luke.

"Oh man.", the doctor sighed: "Lately we've been having so much trouble with the new future Omegas."

Tyler just sighed himself and nodded in understanding.

I looked questioningly from one to the other, but neither of them paid attention to me.

Tired of not getting an answer, I grabbed a blank sheet of paper and a pen from the table and just wrote ' Omega?' on it.

I then turned the note so the two wereelves could read it and tapped the paper to get their attention.

"You don't know what an omega is?", Luke asked and I just shook my head in the negative. "

The rank of the omega is one of the most important in the werewolf pack.", Luke started with his explanation: "In contrast to the Alpha's position inherited within a bloodline or, for example, that of pack doctor, also known as delta, which is attained through certain abilities, predetermines who becomes an omega and who does not. At least we think so, because otherwise we can't explain why a werewolf becomes an omega and why other werewolves don't become omegas.

That a wolf is Omega can be determined by its birthday.

To do this, two conditions must be met. Firstly, the wolf in question must not come from a multiple birth, which is usual for werewolves, and secondly, the 16th birthday, from which one is considered an adult among werewolves, must be on a full moon night." 'But what is an omega now

? ' I wrote on the paper since my question still hadn't really been answered.

"Omegas are priests," Tyler replied to my question, "They play a large role in the ritual life of the pack and are highly respected, have but a hard life. They don't have a mate like other werewolves."

"But that's not quite right." Luke contradicted: "The companion of an omega is the moon. On your 16th birthday you fall madly in love with it."

,,Oh yes? And how do you want to know that? After all, on their 16th birthday, Omegas lose both their eyesight and their voice the moment they see the moon, and from then on they are only able to make animal sounds. Which is why most future omegas try to kill themselves because they're afraid of losing their senses."

Luke didn't say anything to that, just rolled his eyes.

' What 's his name ?' I wrote back on the piece of paper.

"An omega has no name, or he loses the name he was given at birth as soon as he is recognized as an omega. In the time leading up to he becoming Omega, he's just addressed without his name and after that his title 'Omega' replaces his name and he's then addressed that way." I looked

at the two werewolves in the room in disbelief.

Poor boy, who must be seriously trying killing himself would not only lose his eyesight and his ability to speak, he's even had his name taken away?

No wonder he was doing so badly with it.

' What was his name ?' I rephrased mine.

"Unimportant." Luke dismissed my question: "But let's take a look at your neck. Right now I have time for that."

With these words he got up and got a pair of new latex gloves.

So Luke looked at my neck, felt it and then nodded contentedly. He mumbled something about Tyler's wolf saliva healing the wound well.

He just nodded and grabbed my hand.

"Then everything is fine now. Shall we finally go eat something now? I could eat a whole bear in the meantime."

He then simply pulled me out after himself. I didn't really get much of the actual path, because my thoughts were still on the poor young people.

Only in the main hall when Tyler gave me a Adjusting the chair, I became aware of my surroundings again.

I sat down while Tyler stayed next to me.

"I'll get us both something to eat."

He kissed my cheek and headed for the kitchen.

"Oh how cute," I heard a woman say next to me, "A young werewolf, just alpha, always thrives on his mate."

I looked at the woman a bit confused.

She appeared to be about the same age as the Luna, maybe even older.

"Gosh, you're lucky to be the mate of such a promising future Alpha. But there's nothing better than a werewolf anyway. A person can't keep up with that." After that, the woman I didn't know patted my head, like a small child, and left again.

Now I looked after the woman, completely confused.

What was that, please?

I shook my head internally. Was she trying to tell me that werewolves are so much better and that I should consider myself lucky to have Tyler?

Perhaps? Or maybe I took what I just heard completely the wrong way, even though I didn't really believe it.

Somehow my understanding of the werewolves changed every half hour.

And whether my picture is particularly better now than when I was still with my sister Maria is more than questionable.

The 15-year-old thing alone shocks me a lot.

How could it be that even a werewolf who lives among werewolves, i.e. his own kind, gets a lot in life that he doesn't want at all.

"Tadaa!"

A plate landed on the table in front of me.

I looked up in surprise.

A grinning Tyler stood behind me.

He himself had another plate in his hand, which he just put on the table. Then he sat down next to it me and handed me both the knife and fork, which he must have been holding in his other hand.

"Enjoy it! I think it smells heavenly anyway."

Without hesitation, he began to eat.

On his, as well as on my plate, there was a huge steak surrounded by some vegetables, which was probably there more for visual reasons.

Tyler seemed to really like it. Before I could even begin, Tyler had already stuffed two forksfuls of food into his mouth.

With the knife I cut off a small part of the meat.

I looked at the small piece of meat skeptically.

From the outside, the meat looked really appetizing, but on the inside it looked like it had only been in the pan for a few minutes.

I had heard that many steaks were undercooked, but that was a bit too raw for me.

7ch looked questioningly at Tyler's plate, but only to realize that his steak was still almost completely raw inside.

"Are you alright?" Tyler asked me, noticing that I wasn't eating while he was.

I pointed the tip of the knife toward the inside of the steak.

"Oh, isn't that cooked enough for you?"

I shook my head.

"Oh that's right, too." He said, slapping his forehead lightly with one hand: "For you as a person, that's probably a lot too raw. I'm sorry I didn't think of that...

But if you want you could have my vegetables and if that's not enough for you, I'll get you some more. In order?"