You were part of a pack. To put it simply your friendgroup was your pack. Consisting of weird kids, social outcasts, chronically online losers, and stoners.

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Reed snickers at something Josie said. You were all hanging out at the little abandoned cottage that your pack had claimed as their turf. The smell of the alphas, omegas, and beta's of your pack absolutely reeked from this place.

A big nest of blankets, pillows, mattresses and such all over the floor. Everyone all lounging in it. A sort of group cuddle session.