~A short trip down memory lane~
Tracy's POV (Tessy in the present time)
I had always been simple. Not because I didn't want more out of life, but because life had made it painfully clear that people like me didn't get "more."
I was born an Omega in Bolarish Pack, lowest in rank, invisible in most rooms, overlooked in all conversations. When my father was still alive, things felt a little less cold. He had been a warrior, a strong and respected one despite my rank. He gave me love, warmth, and a roof over my head—his house in the city, away from the noise of the pack house. But when he died, that warmth died too.
I didn't cry at his funeral. I couldn't. The grief had gone too deep for tears. Instead, I just stood there… staring at the fresh pile of earth like it had stolen the last piece of me.
