Violet
I woke up early that morning, earlier than usual, and my legs dragged me to the feeding hall.
The hall was nearly empty at this hour. Most of the tables were bare, but some had covered serving bowls and plates, likely leftovers of untouched food from last night.
A few wolves were in the hall, less than ten, and they looked up as I entered, their conversations dying mid-sentence. The now familiar weight of their stares pressed against my back as I moved deeper into the hall.
But I had more pressing matters to even care about.
The aroma of cold food wafted to my nose, and my stomach twisted painfully in response. I navigated toward the table with the most covered dishes and sat down.
I needed all the strength I could get, especially if I didn't want to rely on the energy from the sun or the moon.
I would also be less suspicious if I wanted to pass as an Omega… even as an odd one.
That aside, I was starving.
