He Smelled Like Tomorrow

He'd smelled hundreds of Omegas before - sweet, floral, forgettable.

But this one... honey and sunlight and everything fresh. The kind of scent that made his fangs ache.

Pugsley had never smelled anything like it. It was alive - bright and golden against the city's lifeless haze.

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This is an Omega verse story, please note that I've never written anything to do with the Omega verse.

Also please note that this is my Au so something's won't be like the show.

And credit to the artist of the cover