#this one has been so easy breezy to write

Sunday Snippet - The Warmth of Your Body

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You have NO idea how crazy my life has been lately, but I’ve slowly and diligently been writing for you all! And I adore reading over little pieces of what you’ve all got going on as well. Such a beautiful sense of community! You’re all tagged back, btw

Here is a snippet from my upcoming fic for @omegaharryfest - I’m making a few unique choices to change the typical ABO stereotypes up with this fic and am excited to get going on it once I shift focus from revising my Big Bang. I bet you can’t guess who the rogue is

“Our borders have long been quiet, but on the eastern ridge scouts caught wind of a foreign scent. They believe it to be a rogue.”

“A rogue?” Harry speaks before he can catch himself this time, bafflement evident. Rogues are so rare they balance on the edge of being mythical; a wolf who has abandoned their pack.

The strength of a pack relies on the strength of the bonds, but so too does the strength of an individual. A solo wolf lacking such ties would be left with abilities and fortitude completely abysmal, or so Harry has been left to imagine. The destitute life of a rogue was one of a scavenger until the isolation drove them completely feral.

Harry shivers at the mere thought. To turn feral was truly a fate worse than death.