His Untouchable Omega
It was a massive, white-furred beast with eyes like falling stars.
The rebirth had begun.
But as I stepped off the rock and into the trees, a hand reached out of the darkness and covered my mouth.
"Don't scream," a familiar female voice whispered. "If you howl now, the whole world will know the Queen is awake."
I turned, my claws inches from her throat. It was Tessa. But she wasn't wearing her maid uniform. She was draped in tactical leather, a sniper rifle strapped to her back.
"Tessa?" I managed to choke out.