The air grew heavier, thick with the scent of blood and death as the lone survivor of the Dark Moon Pack lay unconscious on the cold, wooden floor. My body trembled as the unfamiliar power surged through me—wild, ancient, and terrifying. I could feel every pulse of energy coursing through my veins, like a beast awakening from a deep slumber.
I wasn’t just a Scentless Omega.
I was something… more.
The Blessed Luna.
The very existence that the packs had feared for centuries. And the reason behind the m******e that Damon carried on his hands.
My vision blurred with tears as I looked at Damon. He stood there, silent, his piercing eyes filled with emotions I couldn't comprehend. Was it fear? Guilt? Or something darker?
“Why… why didn’t you tell me?” My voice cracked as I stepped back from
