Brooke was released from the medical facility in Russia, and her Aunt Rayah was waiting for her with return tickets home. She'd been relieved and anguished at the same time. The idea that she'd lost two weeks of her life because of Omega Development was shattering, but there was also the realization that she could have lost so much more. She could have been turned into a shifter, or she could have actually died. She remembered the feeling of helplessness as William sat on her chest, pinning her arms down with his knees. He'd known the possible outcomes, and without pause or empathy, he had injected that poison right into her neck.
The pain. It was more than a memory. It was a phantom that floated over her, reminding her just how close Omega Development had been to taking everything away f
