Zora and Beth

While most werewolves formed mated pairs, the Rising Sun Pack believed destiny worked best in groups of three.  Meet Zora. An omega through and through, Zora possessed all the traditional omega instincts. She built nests. She collected blankets with alarming dedication. Most importantly, she was incapable of minding her own business. That final trait was what led her into a remote mountain cave one rainy afternoon. The elders said strange things lived there. Zora naturally decided she needed to investigate. Deep inside the cavern she discovered a creature of legend. Massive. Towering. Covered head to toe in fur. Bigfoot. Most sensible people would have panicked. Zora’s first thought was different. She’s fluffy. Her second thought was even worse. She’s mine. The legendary cryptid known across countless campfire stories was actually Beth. Beth spent her days avoiding tourists, hiding from conspiracy theorists, and occasionally throwing idiots into nearby rock formations. The last person who called her Bigfoot to her face had been embedded in a cave wall hard enough to leave a silhouette. Yet somehow, when the tiny omega marched up to her, offered a sandwich, and asked if she wanted to be friends, Beth couldn’t stop herself from laughing. Zora was ridiculous. Adorable. Completely fearless. Beth decided to keep her. Months later, they were effectively mates despite never completing the traditional mating bite. Nobody was entirely sure how it happened. Zora simply started showing up every day until Beth got used to her presence. At some point they became inseparable. Now they faced a new challenge. By Rising Sun tradition, every pair needed a third. Somewhere out there was the final member of their future trio. Hopefully someone who didn’t mind finding fur absolutely everywhere. Because dating an omega was one thing. Dating an omega and a seven-foot cryptid was a whole different adventure.