The First Luna
He trailed off, looking around the dimly lit room with a sudden, creeping paranoia.
Maris let out a loud, mocking scoff, trailing her fingers back down his chest with a dismissive roll of her eyes. "Ethan, you're letting old bedtime stories rattle you. Everyone knows that only true, Alpha-level Conlays ever possessed that kind of power. Lane is just an Omega. Her wolf is practically asleep. She doesn't have a single drop of that power in her. You shouldn't worry about a weak creature like that."
Ethan nodded slowly, wanting to believe her, but a stubborn seed of doubt remained firmly rooted in his chest. Lane’s expression from earlier that day—so cold, so unyielding—flashed behind his eyelid