Ayla's pov I was alone again, but the silence felt different now. It wasn't empty. It was full of the echoes of my own voice, shouting at the Alpha King. My heart was still pounding, a wild drum against my ribs. He should be afraid, I thought, and the feeling was like a warm stone in my belly. He is, a calm, steady voice answered in my mind. It was the wolf, Seris. He does not understand what you are. He only knows we are not what he wanted, a second, hotter voice hissed. Veylara, the dragon. He wanted a quiet pet. He got a storm. I walked to the window, placing my hands on the cold stone ledge. "What am I, then?" I whispered to the empty room. "Am I Ayla, the omega? Or Liliana, the queen? Or am I just... this anger?" You are the one who survived, Seris said. You are both. You are more. The wolf gives you patience, a pack's heart. I give you the fire of the sky, the strength of the mountain. But how do I use it? I asked them silently. He has locked me away. No books. No walks.
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