Omrum's POV
“You are not fully wolf… only a hybrid could have such ferocious energy.”
The word hybrid didn’t just hang in the air; it shattered the fragile, newfound peace his crimson eyes gave me.
My heart, which had been steadying into a rhythm of dark calculation, spiked with a violent, electric rejection. Hybrid. It was a word of legend, a slur whispered in the pack house to frighten children who strayed too close to the borders. It was a monstrosity. A bridge between worlds that nature never intended to connect.
"Don't," I snapped, my voice cracking with the strain of a thousand different emotions. I took a sharp step back, the snow crunching aggressively beneath my boots. "I am a wolf. I am Omrum Lyell. I am… I am whatever the Moon Goddess made me."
"The Moon Goddess," He muse
