Nyxara POVThe wolf’s jaws were inches from my neck when the world stopped.I didn’t die. I didn’t feel the crunch of bone. Instead, a strange heat exploded from my chest, pushing outward in a golden wave. The Blackmoor scout, a massive, grey beast who had served Draven for years, was thrown backward as if hit by a truck. He slammed into a tree and slumped to the ground, unconscious.I gasped, clutching my stomach. My skin felt like it was on fire, but in a way that made me feel alive, not hurt."I told you," a deep voice rumbled.I spun around. The stranger with the ash-silver hair was still there, leaning against a rock as if he hadn't just watched a miracle. He looked bored, but his molten gold eyes tracked every move I made."What did you do to him?" I asked, my voice shaking."I didn't do anything, Nyxara," he said, stepping into the moonlight. "You did.""I'm an omega," I whispered, shaking my head. "Omegas don't have power like that. We don't have shields. We don't have... what
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