Juliette’s POVThe air inside the hidden chamber was heavy, thick with an energy that pressed against my chest. I stepped carefully, claws scraping faintly against the stone floor, as my Omega senses flared in warning. Every fiber of me felt alive—alert, tense, attuned to danger. This was no ordinary hideaway. The symbols etched into the walls, glowing faintly in the dim light, hummed with a resonance I recognized immediately: the blood of my lineage, the legacy of Omegas long past, and the warnings that had been passed down in whispers, shadows, and riddles.I moved closer, running my fingers over the carvings, tracing the jagged lines. Each symbol pulsed with meaning, a heartbeat from a time I had never known, yet somehow understood. They told a story of power, of responsibility, and of consequences. And, lurking beneath it all, a warning: the presence of a predator who sought what the Omega carried. I froze. My chest tightened, and I felt the familiar, gut-twisting pull of dread. T
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