![]() What’s wrong with her? They would ask themselves and Rey had no answer. The alphas of her pack had turned their noses from her in disgust when her scent didn’t sharpen with mating pheromones. But Rey hadn’t gone into heat with the shift from autumn to winter like she was supposed to. If she was like any other omega, she would be sequestered in the warmth of her den right now, heavy with pups and waiting for her alpha to return from the hunt. ![]() Her fingers trembled as she nocked an arrow in the string of her bow but she ignored the cold as she prepared to take her shot. Despite the turn of weather, Rey remained focused on the pair of long ears ducking behind the nearby brush. Snow began its idle descent from above the line of barren trees, filtering to the frozen forest floor in fat flakes. Hormonal_Trashbag Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Language: English Words: 7,872 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 152 Kudos: 1289 Bookmarks: 263 Hits: 21117 Of course a weirdo decides to camp out the first day I open, Rey thought with a roll of her eyes. ![]() Rey wished the customer a good day without giving away her bewilderment, but didn’t let her eyes stray too far from the suspicious person sitting in front of the potted plants. She was just finishing an order form for a customer on the phone when she spotted a head of hair barely visible from behind the tulips lined out front. The Dark Chick: Phasma because she doesn't get her hands dirty like a brute would. The Brute: FN-2199 aka TR-8R who likes to get his hands dirty. The Evil Genius: Hux with Starkiller and all that.
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