HIS MUTE MATE
Marcus stared at me, his face white.
"You're not human," he whispered. "You're a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf in existence."
The council elders were shaking. The students were frozen.
And Damon—my brother, my protector—looked at me with something I'd never seen in his eyes.
Fear.
"The Mute Omega hasn't been born in a thousand years," one elder said, his voice trembling. "Her voice can command Alphas. Her howl can tear packs apart. She's not just rare. She's dangerous."