Emma jolted awake, her breaths coming in uneven gasps, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for lingering traces of her unsettling dream.

“What was that?"” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.

As she struggled to regain her composure, a soft knock resonated from her bedroom door.

“Emma, breakfast is ready,” her mother's voice came through the door.

“I'll be down in a minute, Mom,” she replied, trying to shake off the remnants of the disconcerting dream that still clung to her thoughts.

Pushing the unsettling dream from her mind, she hurriedly got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. As they sat at the table, her mother raised the upcoming matter.

“Alpha Sir Aurelius wishes to meet with us this afternoon,” she began, her expression reflecting a mix of anticipation and concern.

“It seems the time has come for your assignment as an omega,” her father added, his voice tinged with a sense of gravity.

A profound sense of importance settled over them, signifying the commencement of a new chapter in Emma's life within the pack, a chapter filled with both uncertainty and potential.

After finishing their breakfast, Emma and her parents prepared to journey to the main pack house, the residence of their alpha leader, Sir Aurelius.

“We've arrived, Sir Aurelius,” Fenrir, Emma's father, respectfully announced upon reaching their destination.

“Ah, yes,” Aurelius acknowledged their presence.

“The Wildeye family has made a specific request, and they've asked for Emma to be of service to them,” Aurelius disclosed, emphasizing the importance and distinct nature of this request.

Aurelius directed the other pack members to escort the three of them to a designated waiting area.

“Please wait here; there are matters I need to attend to first,” Aurelius instructed, gesturing towards an adjoining room.

They obediently followed the member assigned to guide them to the waiting area. While seated there, Emma couldn't help but ponder.

‘So, the time has come for me, huh? To fulfill my role as an omega,’ she mused, a sigh escaping her lips.

Even though she had a unique coat, Emma couldn't escape her omega status. Her distinctive fur didn't change the inherent characteristics that marked her as an omega, a designation she had inherited from her omega branch family.

In the world of werewolves, distinct physical attributes set apart alphas, betas, gammas, and omegas within the pack, a classification system that had been ingrained in their society for generations.

Alpha has distinct characteristics that set them apart from others within the pack hierarchy. Firstly, their wolves are notably larger than regular wolves, granting them enhanced power and strength, qualities that make them suitable to lead the entire pack. This dominance, however, often comes at the cost of a short temper, although alphas manage to maintain clarity of mind even amidst their surging anger. Their unwavering objective is to guide and safeguard the pack. Upon an alpha's birth, a unique insignia appears on their right shoulder, symbolizing their leadership potential. However, this emblem isn't permanent; it gradually fades over time. The exception to this is when they turn 16, the pivotal moment of their first shift, transforming them into their wolf form. During this transformation, their wolf reveals their final rank within the pack. Once this occurs, the insignia on their right shoulder becomes permanent, growing darker as a testament to their status.

While the betas, gammas, and other regular wolves bear a distinct mark—a crescent moon on their forehead, a symbol that remains until they reach the age of 3. However, their ultimate rank is determined at 16, marked by their first transformation into their wolf form, a process intricately linked to their abilities.

On the other hand, omegas, upon birth, bear no visible markings, a rare phenomenon among wolves that has become increasingly common over generations. As time passed, omegas emerged sporadically within each generation, forming a small minority within packs. At the age of 16, during their first transformation, omegas can be identified by the size of their wolf. Omegas' wolves are notably smaller, rendering them the weaker members of the pack, eliciting criticism from their peers due to their inherent nature. The prevailing belief among wolves is that a single strong wolf should be capable of protecting the entire pack. Additionally, omegas exhibit a submissive disposition, a trait they cannot change.

Shortly after, Aurelius summoned them back.

“I've already made the preparations. Within the next three days, she must be at the Wildeye residence. Please sign here, Fenrir,” Aurelius stated, indicating the necessary documents.

Fenrir, in the name of the Howler family, signed the papers, bidding their farewells and showing respect to the alpha before making their way home.

During their journey back, an unsettling silence enveloped them.

“I never expected the Wildeyes to take an interest in you, Emma,” her mother broke the silence, her voice tinged with concern.

“Mrs. Wildeye is a good woman. You'll be okay there, though discrimination might still persist,” her father reassured, attempting to inject a note of hope into the conversation.

Upon arriving home, her mother looked at Emma with a mix of sadness and regret.

“I'm sorry, Emma. If you weren't born into the omega family, you wouldn't have to go through this,” her mother said, her eyes filled with tears.

“Don't worry, Mom. I've been prepared for this ever since I was a child. There's little we can do; our pack holds tradition and hierarchy in high regard,” he said, offering a small smile.

“Still, I hope the discrimination against omegas will fade away. We might be the weakest in the pack, but we're still part of it,” she added, sighing with a hint of frustration.

Her mother looked at her child, marveling at her unwavering positivity despite the oppression their kind faced.

“Don't fret, Mom. I can handle myself well there. If they ever try to harm me, I'll simply escape from their house. I'm a swift runner, you know, the only thing that sets me apart from all of you,” she said confidently, trying to reassure her mother.

What she said was true; aside from her distinctive coat, Emma possessed remarkable speed, rivaling that of an alpha, even though her wolf was smaller than regular wolves.

Three days had come and gone, and it was the moment for Emma to leave for the Wildeye residence, where she would begin her service as their servant, serving Lyka Wildeye specifically.

Emma bid farewell to her parents and set off on her journey. Upon her arrival, she was met by Lyka, who greeted her with a smug expression, clearly reveling in the knowledge that Emma was now under her service.

“Emma Howler, you've stirred quite a commotion ever since your shift,” Lyka remarked, a smirk playing across her lips, hinting at an unsettling plan she had in mind.