Zane
I do not start the training right away. I can see she is waiting for it. She stands at the edge of the training space, the children now pulled aside and playing on their own, the noise fading into the background. Elariana is watching. Not tense. Not uncertain. More like someone who senses that this will be more than a few movements.
“Before we do anything,” I say, “there’s something you need to know.”
She turns toward me. Her gaze is clear, open. She is not bracing herself. Not expecting a blow, a criticism, a command. That still feels unfamiliar.
“Your whole life, you were told that you were weak,” I continue. “That an omega’s body has limits. That it should adapt instead of react. That was a lie.”
I do not use dramatic words. There is no point. The truth is heavy enough on its
