Triple Temptation
"You're a target. You can't outrun a pack of rogues."
"Watch me," I said, my voice trembling with a new, feral assurance. "I am an Omega. I am a Mooncrest. And I am done running."
I yanked my hand free from Ash's grip and turned, racing back toward the rogues. I heard them shouting, their enraged growls. I focused on the omega scent, releasing a deep, enticing wave of it into the air. It was a lure, a trap. They would follow me, thinking they were hunting down their prey. But I'd lead them into a maze of my own making, a labyrinth of shadow and illusion.