Ryder
She chose the one omega that had no kin here inside this pack that she could smell, but also scented like she worked in the packhouse, and had in fact come out of the packhouse as well. She had bowed her head to the Alpha of the pack, but skirted him as if staying out of arms' reach.
She was the only one of the omegas that were lined up here before her, who had looked at her and Waylon greeted them simply and very softly, as if she was almost afraid to speak. Then she kept her eyes down on the ground, all the others looked at her and Waylon with full curiosity.
This omega also reminded her of Olive, though she couldn’t recall what Olive scented of after all this time, but there was something about her eyes that kind of reminded Ryder of the girl she’d watched die in agony.
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