The air in the Lunar Combat Arena was thick with tension. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my fingers clutching the vial of wolfsbane hidden in my pocket.
The scent of sweat and anticipation from the other students—alphas, all of them—pressed against me, a reminder of how out of place I was.
Dominion Academy wasn’t built for someone like me. An omega. A liar. Yet here I was, disguised as Val Rhen, a supposed alpha heir of a nonexistent pack, surrounded by wolves who could tear me apart if they knew the truth.
The arena’s stone walls loomed high, etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly under the spring sunlight filtering through the canopy above.
Sage Woods, with its cursed magic, seemed to hum beneath my feet, as if it knew my secret and was waiting for me to slip.
I kept m
