The Omegas Stand
Atticus snarls, and I growl.
Lazarus rises to the surface, and my muscles bulge.
"I don't think you are weak! I don't pity you! And I don't think you should die," I growl, and Atticus's eyes widen.
"I admire your strength. I listened to the horrors of your past, and my respect for you grew. You are an amazing warrior, Atticus. My dad thinks I am the best around this generation, but we both know it's you. My mate and I want to help you! My mate is best friends with yours. We want the two of you to work. We want this war to end and for you to work on yourself. We want a happy ever after for the two of you because you both deserve it," I growl, and Atticus jumps to his feet.
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