Juliette’s POV
The fall seemed endless, the air rushing past me like a living thing, cold and sharp. My pulse thundered in my ears, every nerve screaming. My Omega senses flared uncontrollably, energy shooting through my body like lightning, reacting to the ground’s betrayal beneath me. Roots and rocks scraped my arms, branches clawed at my face, but I forced my body to twist midair, landing in a heap on the damp forest floor. Pain lanced through my ribs, my side, my wrist, but I refused to let it slow me.
The intruder’s presence pressed in immediately, a dark pulse that made my teeth ache. He had anticipated my fall, had orchestrated it like a trap in a game I didn’t fully understand yet. My senses flared, reaching for the faintest traces of him, trying to predict his next move. I could
