Evans’ POV
My hands shoke its grip on the letter as I read it for the second time, my heart running in gasps as it throbbed against my chest. My parents words, written in desperate call-to-action, warned of a curse—one laced to the blood in my veins, one that could revive something I wasn't prepared for.
*You are not a mere omega, Evans. The blood of the Lunar Queen runs in your veins, and with it, the load of many generations lies on your shoulders. But be cautious….comes great power comes great responsibility.*
My fingers traced the faded ink, my stomach churned into knots. I had given my entire being like air, a trash to the pack. But this. This changed everything about my ideology. It meant that my past, my banishment, and even the strange occurrences surrounding me weren't normal.
