"I never said that." All she had said was in a perfect world. She never said they were living in one. "I was good at doing whatever needed to be done for the pack." What the hell was she supposed to do now? Work retail? She'd probably kill somebody.
Cora stopped and quickly looked down at Scott's hand on her's. "Well, omegas don't exactly last long, do they?" She pulled her hand away from Scott's. "We don't know what these local werewolves are capable of. We know what we're capable of in our own world, but here, they could be following a whole different set of rules. And we're clueless and I don't like it."