I trot through the snow in my wolf form, hoping to find shelter before the sun sets. Suddenly, I spot another wolf in the distance huddled under a tree. He looks weak and frail, so I approach him with caution. I can tell by the scent that he’s an Omega. I scrunch my snout, thinking of passing him by but something within me wants to help. Hey, wake up. I press my nose into his side, trying to shake him awake.
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