The smell of omega has one peculiarity. He is able to awaken primitive instincts in the Lugar, hidden under the fragile patina of civilization. For some it is monstrous cruelty and insane lust, for others it is a desperate desire to shelter, protect, protect a little damsel, even at the cost of their own life. And the worst thing is when both of these instincts meet in one lugaru. Did Severin know, going to meet his partners, that he would meet his fate? No. But the sight of a half-naked girl, sandwiched by guys between garbage cans, drove him into a frenzy. Did Miroslava know, going to the capital, that she was half Lugaru, and even an omega? No. Until I encountered relatives whose existence I didn’t even know existed. And then the worst nightmares faded before reality.