Return of The Rejected Omega
They hadn't spotted me yet, giving me precious seconds to decide—retreat to defensive position or advance for better intelligence?
The decision was made for me when one figure stopped abruptly, head tilting back to test the air. It turned with robotic precision, looking directly at my position despite the distance and cover.
"Target acquired," it said, voice carrying unnaturally clear through the forest. Not speaking to me—reporting to the others, who immediately stopped their advance and formed a perfect semicircle, cutting off my escape route back to the pack house.
Well, shit.
"Stella Harrison," the central figure called out, taking a step forward. Male, tall, moving with fluid grace that
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