POV: NovaThe forest breathed again.Not peacefully. Not gently. But it breathed with tension released, like lungs finally drawing air after being held too long. I stood among broken branches and trampled moss, my pulse still racing, my hands trembling not from fear but from the aftershock of action. We were alive. All of us.We had done it.The rival scouts had not expected resistance from Omegas. They had expected screams and scattering. Instead, they had met silence, shadows, and coordination.It began with a signal only we understood. A birdcall cut short, followed by the rustle of leaves in the wrong direction. The scouts took the bait. They always did. Predators believed they were the hunters even when they were already inside a trap.I watched from above as they moved into the dead creek corridor, boots sinking slightly into damp earth. Lyra was hidden to the east, her posture rigid but steady. Jax waited below the ridge with two others, ready to trigger the collapse if necessa
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