#Chapter 149 Envoys

Olivia POV I’d seen humans before, though never more than two at the same time. At first glance, they’d seemed like wolves in their skin, then at second glance, they’d clearly been neither alpha, beta, nor omega, which sometimes did happen with wolves. Usually, when a pup was born without a secondary gender, they were raised with care and then were asked—and only asked, not forced—to choose their orientation. Almost always, ungendered wolves opted to live as betas. When I saw my first human, that had been my assumption, and I’d told Mother so. She’d laughed then and explained the mason she’d brought in for repairs to the keep temple was a human male. I’d been fascinated for a bit, then bored in the way that pups became, and I largely forgot about the human. They were rare in wolf territory, but hardly exotic, especially when I discovered that differences in their skin color did not correspond to the color of their fur. As an adult, I realized humans fit into wolf culture so wel