Where There's Smoke

The smoke cleared, but the fire remained…The fire took everything I worked for:My rescue.My livelihood.My home.But I won’t let it take my passion for the lost animals of this world.In time, I will rebuild, but for now, the only roof over my head is my car. I had every intention of sleeping off the adrenaline and anxiety in my little bubble of solitude until a grumpy firefighter practically drags me to his firehouse where he demands I stay put and take time to heal from the disaster.How can I heal when the arsonist is still out there and the entire firehouse is insisting I’m an omega? I’m a beta. Always have been, always will be, but something about these men is making me doubt that reality, and with each passing day, I’m finding it harder to disagree with them.I didn’t expect to find love when the smoke cleared. With the scent lingering, and the destruction ever present, will the ashes nurture hope and a new beginning for me and the animals I care for, or will the air grow thin, leaving us breathless and unsalvageable?