Millicent
Five Years Later
The noise from the festival below should have been overwhelming, but after five years, I'd learned to find peace in chaos. Standing on our private balcony, I watched the fifth annual Omega Appreciation Festival transform our pack grounds into a celebration of everything we'd fought to change. Music drifted up from three different stages, food vendors filled the air with delicious scents, and everywhere I looked, omegas walked with their heads high.
Five years. Sometimes it felt like yesterday that I was a pregnant, rejected omega running home to my mother. Other times, like now, that scared girl felt like a stranger.
"Mama, look!" Alexander's voice pulled me from my thoughts as he raced onto the balcony, waving a painting still dripping with paint. At five, h
