A Werewolf’s Revenge
I held the pup close, my heart racing as I watched the two wolves battle above.
Within a heartbeat, Damian’s wolf plummeted. For a fleeting moment, the scene overlapped with a memory in my last life, but this time, he fell alone.
He turned slightly to me, muttering, “It’s useless. An Omega’s curse has no power.”
I let out a cold, satisfied smile, watching him close his eyes in despair as he tumbled into the abyss below the Sacred Ridge. At last, I felt the weight of my past life lift from my heart. It was he who brought about his own ruin.