My Mate. My Omega.

He was laying in the submissive position, surrounded by bigger males in higher ranks, as I walked by. I couldn't help but stare. This happened daily. I never really paid much attention. But today it felt different. Today something felt different within me. When I laid my eyes on his white coat, that was now matted with mud, my heart began to raise, my head to spin. I caught his scent. It was amazing. Like the freshest of pine needles. I was intoxicated. But then the smell of blood masked his. Before I even knew it I was running toward him. My Mate. My Omega.