"Solitary?" Brigid whispers the word, unable to fathom such a thing. "But being Omega will drive someone insane." It's one of her greatest fears. She suspects that her father's fight with the Alpha had something to do with her not going Omega, though why she can't comprehend. She never would.

"We live in packs, and the Alpha is in charge." She whispers. "Much like wolves." She prefers that comparison. Her history studies have shown her what skinwalkers might be.

Her fingers fidget with her sleeves.

"At home, mountain ash creates a barrier that is as strong as the intent of the wielder. I've known some to be able to hold back entire packs of kanima." Well, that's what the chronicles had said.