Juliette’s POV
The chill of the early morning cut through the Blackridge Wolves’ training grounds, but I barely noticed. My heart pounded harder than any opponent’s slapshot as I focused on the small orb of energy hovering between my palms. My Omega powers felt raw, untamed, but today I was determined to bend them to my will.
I inhaled, letting my senses stretch. The cold air carried the scent of ice, pine, and the faint musk of my packmates already awake and training. I tried to center myself, feeling the subtle pulse of life around me—the way a wolf’s heartbeat syncs with the pack’s rhythm. My claws dug into the frozen ground as the orb flickered, threatening to vanish entirely.
“Focus, Juliette,” I whispered to myself. My voice barely carried, but it steadied my hands. I tightened th
