Alpha Oliver

It all started with the series of dreams Freya has about a man she had never seen before, from when she clocked eighteen until the night, almost two years later, when it all changed.
“Mate,” I could hear him mutter from across the club. The noise of the party people became still in my head. I thought I was envisioning him in my head, and I was going crazy again.
But as he came close to me, the excitement I saw on his face disappeared.
“Human,” He said angrily, his eyes turned dark under the lights.
Unsure what he meant, I went close to him to ask if he had the same dreams as me.
“Do you know me?”
“Yes, I do, actually. A weakling.”