Omega Rebellion: Shadows Of Power
The young Omegas adjusted, coordinated, moved with precision.
The forest seemed alive with tension, danger, and anticipation. Every snap of a branch, every flicker of shadow, every subtle sound mattered. The rebellion was rising, growing stronger, building confidence, trust, and skill.
Then Nova’s green eyes locked on mine. A small, subtle gesture—a nod, a tilt of her head. Coordination, understanding, connection. The young Omegas responded instantly, movements sharper, faster, more precise. I pressed my claws into the moss, muscles coiled, sensing the growing strength, determination, and courage of the pack.
Bab Populer