nd longing. Molly was different from the other wolves in the pack, not just in her rank as the lowest amongst them, but also in her tragic past and her slow dev
in the gentle caress of the breeze upon her face, whispering secrets to the leaves that rustled overhead. It was within this sanctuary, surrounded by nature's embrace, that she could momentarily silence the doubts and the mocking voices that filled her days. Before the awakening of Molly's inner strength, Ethan and Olivia took pleasure in tormenting her, finding joy in her perceived weakness. On one particular day, as Molly diligently mopped the pack's communal area, they seized the opportunity to demean her further. Ethan, the taller and more boisterous of the two, grinned maliciously at Olivia. "Watch this," he whispered, thinking of a way to assert his dominance over Molly once again. Olivia's eyes twinkled with mischief as she followed Ethan's lead. They stealthily neared Molly, their laughter echoing through the otherwise peaceful hall. Unbeknownst to Molly, a bucket of water lay in their path, a trap designed to sabotage her effort. Ethan swung his leg, inadvertently knocking the bucket over, sending splashes of water cascading across the freshly mopped floor. As the water seeped into her hard work, anger surged within Molly. She felt her heart sink, momentarily overwhelmed by the feelings of humiliation and frustration. Her hands clenched into trembling fists, but she resisted the urge to retaliate physically. Instead, she maintained her composure, knowing that stooping to their level would only validate their power over her. Ethan and Olivia erupted with laughter, their cruel delight evident on their faces. "Looks like the pathetic omega can't even keep the floor dry," Ethan taunted, unable to contain his glee. Olivia chimed in, her voice dripping with malice. "Maybe if you focused more on finding your wolf instead of pretending to be worth something, this wouldn't have happened." Molly's jaw clenched, her resolve hardening. She refused to