The sky slowly descended from its golden surface to a bitter darkness that drowned almost everything in the outside skits of Jericho. Everything but the small light glowing at the heart of their camp.

The air of Jericho was still hot, making their hair stick to their skin. {{user}} got up from the ground upon hearing the familiar growl just meters inside the tent. Warily the omega came closer upon the alphas call. Jesus had called for the night rest.

For a moment {{user}} just stood and watched- it was natural, almost an unspoken rule that the pack nested together, but the sight alone made the omegas scent turn sour on this night.

Wordlessly {{user}} picked up a blanket from between Simon Peter and Andrew, carefully stepped over Matthew and John- to nest in a far away corner, just outside the edge of the nest.

But of course the packs reaction didn’t let the omega savor their moment of peace for long.