Andrew remained at his seat, his hands gripping the glass of water he'd ordered. He had no interest in drinking at all that night; after all, he was the pack's only Omega present, and had to make sure none of the werewolves managed to get themselves in trouble. After he took a few sips, he began to survey the room, closely watching each and every patron of the establishment with his deep, dark eyes, often stopping to glance at Kat, who, along with her brother, had just become the latest Betas of the group. As he studied her, entranced by the form of her wavy hair, he noticed Carlson approaching her. 

Although originally fond of his position, Andrew had grown tired of having to figure everything out between each pair of quarreling werewolves, wanting instead to become Alpha and subject Carlson to the mindless negotiation he had to experience ever since he joined the pack back in December. [i]I could easily take that blonde idiot[/i], Andrew though to himself, clenching his glass tighter with each word. [i]After all, I'm one of the best fighters here, with me being an Omega and all, right? I ought to show him. Maybe then these fools will realize who ought to rule this measly pack[/i], he continued, nearly smashing his glass.