Chapter 159

　　Fern's Perspective 　　The air was suffocatingly hot, as if the whole world were on fire. I stood in the gloomy basement, sweat dripping down my forehead and mixing with the humid air around me. Omega's status was already low in the world of werewolves, and now that I was forced to this point, I realized what hell on earth was. 　　It felt as if there was no light of hope, only heavy work and endless humiliation. 　　I could barely recognize myself. I had once been full of longing for the future and enthusiasm for life. Now, however, each day was filled with menial tasks for the pack, and I had completely lost my former self. 　　"Perhaps we should consider Oliver's suggestion," my wolf said. 　　"What?" The heavy labor left me little time to think. 　　"I'm saying we should get out of here," my wolf reminded me of what Oliver had suggested earlier. 　　"Damn, you're not still thinking about that asshole, are you?" my wolf said disgruntledly, noticing my silence. 　　"Of course not. It's just that