The guard smirked. "Good. Keep masking your scent like you always have. At least that's one thing you're good at."
The sound of approaching footsteps silenced any further conversation. Night Walker warriors came from the shadows, their massive forms making my escorts look like pups in comparison.
Their eyes shined with an unusual amber color in the fading light, and their faces had scars that told stories of many battles.
"You're late," the largest warrior growled.
“Our apologies," my escort bowed slightly. "We brought what was promised. The omega girl."
The warrior breathed in deeply through his nose to smell my scent and I held my breath, keeping my power tightly masked as I'd done for so many years. It was second nature now, this hiding of my true self.
"This is the one?" He circled me slowly. "She doesn't smell like much."
"She's an omega," my escort confirmed. "Weak, but healthy enough for whatever purpose you need."
The transaction was quick after that. I was handed over like a piece of property, my previous life dismissed with a few signatures and a bag of gold.