The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor as the pack settled in for the night. Under the vast expanse of the starlit sky, Emma, padded softly through the underbrush, her keen eyes reflecting the silver glow of the moon. Her fur, white as the snow that covered the forest in winter, glowed ethereally, making her appear almost otherworldly. Among the omegas of her pack, Emma stood out uniquely, her fur resembling that of a destined Luna, yet she bore the inherent traits of an omega.

Emma's steps were quiet showcasing her grace and agility, yet her heart was heavy with the weight of her place in the pack. Despite enduring harsh treatment, she bore her status with a dignified composure. Tonight, however, an unsettling restlessness stirred within her, similar to the wind that restlessly rustled the leaves above her.

Since the very beginning of her existence, Emma's world was defined by the pack's strict social structure, a complicated web of hierarchies and divisions. Alphas held dominion, their strength and authority unquestioned. Betas provided support, while omegas, like Emma, existed at the bottom rank, their roles diminished and their worth often overlooked.

As she moved through the camp, Emma's sharp ears caught snippets of conversation carried on the night breeze. The pack spoke of the upcoming Gathering of the Packs, excitement buzzed in the air. Omegas were rarely allowed to attend such gatherings; their presence deemed insignificant by the higher-ranking wolves. Therefore, the impending Gathering of the Pack held no significance for her.

As night fell and the pack gathered around the flickering campfire's warmth, Emma felt an irresistible pull toward its glow. The flames swayed, creating momentary shadows on her face, reflecting the turmoil in her eyes. In that moment, the rest of the pack detected her presence, causing their collective gaze to focus on her, igniting a flurry of hushed whispers around the campfire. Currently she was moon gazing on her wolf form and hiding behind the trees at a distance yet her presence remained noticeable to others. She was hard not to notice given her snow-white fur that gleamed under the moon's light.

“I can't believe that she comes from an omega family,” one voice murmured.

“Indeed, her fur clearly doesn't belong to an omega,” another agreed.

“It's truly unfortunate to be born into such family,” she overheard in the whispers of others.

‘Should you be on your way now Emma? The longer you stay here, the more likely others will notice you,’ advised Emma's wolf.

‘You're right. Let's go, Emily,’ she replied to her wolf.

Before she leaves the daughter of one of the elite family glare at her with her piercing eyes and said,

“I hope omegas know their place. They should know not to overstep their boundaries,” she said stern while glaring at Emma then flipping her hair to turn to her pack mates who are whispering and chuckling at the sight of her.

Emma lowered her gaze, her heart pounding in her chest, yet she stood her ground. The stares and harsh judgment from them had remained unchanged since her childhood. Their uneasy glances filled with disdain and pity pierce deep into her heart, causing a sharp pang of pain and longing. Apart from being an omega, she was scrutinized because of her fur, a rarity among omegas. Her unique fur became the root for the scrutiny and jealousy directed at her within the pack, particularly among the female members.

Emma slipped away into the darkness, sprinting through the forest towards the cliff where many wolves cast their gazes upon the moon, offering their prayers to the Moon Goddess. She fixed her eyes on the moon, uttering a solemn prayer, seeking purpose and patience in a world filled with scrutiny and hatred. Just as she finished her prayers, she heard a rustle from a distance. She turned her head towards the sound, ready to investigate, but the presence vanished before she could approach. Dismissing the noise, she headed to the place where she frequented the most.

This place was Emma's secret haven, a place where she retreated when the world became too harsh, and the strict social divisions of her pack became too much to bear. Here, she could momentarily escape the weight of her omega status and be free to be herself, away from the prying eyes of the whole pack. Nestled beside a serene pond, surrounded by lovely trees and illuminated by the delicate glow of fireflies, there lies the cave where she often curled up, watching the nearby river gleam magnificently under the moon light, creating a truly enchanting and breathtaking scene.

In the quiet of the night, Emma made a decision. Emma silently vow that she would be the voice of change in her pack, challenging the norms that bound them and striving for a future where compassion and understanding prevailed. She grew weary of the pack's disdainful treatment and the degrading label of 'omega,' which essentially meant slave within their hierarchy. She hoped to eradicate this label or alter the treatment of those born into the omega branch of the family.

With a newfound resolve, Emma slipped away from her safe sanctuary, her heart alight with the hope of a future where the strength of her compassion would be recognized, even in a world dominated by hierarchy and tradition. Emma returned home, transforming back into her human form before entering. As she walked in, she noticed her parents engrossed in a cheerful conversation, her mother chuckling at her father's lame jokes. Despite the scrutiny and judgment, she often faced, Emma couldn't help but smile; she remained grateful for being born into this loving family, raised with boundless affection by her parents.

“I'm home,” she announced, drawing their attention. Her mother and father paused their conversation, their eyes shifting to their daughter.

“Oh, you're back. Where were you?” her mother inquired, approaching Emma.

“Nowhere special, just moon-gazing to soak up that extra moon energy, you know,” Emma replied with an awkward laugh.

“I hope you didn't go near the campfire. You know how they feel about us omegas mingling with them,” her mother warned.

Their pack occasionally organized campfire nights to strengthen pack bonds.

“No, I didn't. I just went to my usual spot. I'll head to bed now,” Emma assured her mother, planting kisses on their cheeks before she went upstairs to her room.

When she arrived in her room, she lay down on her bed and quickly drifted off to sleep. In her sleep, she found herself in a peculiar dream. A wolf with a silver coat gazed at her intensely with piercing blue eyes, and an unexplainable connection pulled them together. She gently caressed the wolf's fur, and it let out a low growl, locking eyes with her. As their gazes met, scenes flashed in her mind, causing her to gasp. She stared back at the wolf, and suddenly, the world shifted. She felt herself falling into a profound, dark abyss, jolting her awake.