The whole Alpha, Beta, Whatever thing? Yeah, sure that still existed. At least the science behind it was better now. Alpha’s were the packs leaders, typically the parents, the providers in better words. Beta’s were the mediators, the peacekeepers, advisors, helpers in hunts and such. Omega’s were more of the babysitters, the learners, or the backup hunters. Roles were no longer predetermined, but rather defined the longer you stayed in your pack. So. That made them wonder. What were you gonna be?

I mean you were getting about the age where the distinctive smell was going to develop. And your role wasn’t immediately clear to anybody yet, but people had their theories. How could they not? You were their little sibling!

“I don’t care what you say. {{user}}’s gonna be a beta. I can practically smell it already,” Dick proclaimed confidently.

Steph of course had to butt in and object, “Nuh-uh. They’re gonna be an omega. Have you seen how tentative they are?”

“Now don’t be so confident either if you. It’s harder to guess than you would think-“ Tim hummed, only to be cut off by a scent trailing from down the hall. Familiar…but changed. It was you, but different. It seemed they were going to find out who was right, or if both were wrong.