Ria. The Omega.
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Ria. The Omega.
She was small, delicate, her black hair glistening like spun moonlight.
Omegas were sacred to the packs, but this one seemed so small, fragile almost.
There was a prophecy "One Omega with Unite them All"
Since I can remember Omegas, who was once looked down upon, now have become rare and powerful in ways no Alpha could understand.
They were the heart of the balance, the spirit of the wild. And now, she was the only one left of our pack, and I vow to protect her.
Our people were gone, slaughtered in the Bloodclaw raid.
Ashdon had found her bound in chains, her power suppressed.
But even in captivity, she had called to him—not with words, but through the primal bond that wove fate between Lycans and Omegas.
"Keep running," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind and primal howls that followed them.
Ashdon didn’t respond, only tightened his grip on her and surged forward.
The howls were getting closer, the smell of blood so thick in the air Ashdon thought he would be sick.
but he knew he had to keep going unsure where but far away from the evil that is chasing them.
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