The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth.
Omega.
The word echoed in my mind, hollow and unfamiliar. I had heard it before—in books, in documentaries about wolves—but what did it mean for me? I wasn’t an animal. I was just… me. My fingers dug into the fabric of the couch as I tried to ground myself, to pull myself back into something solid.
Jace stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, watching me carefully. His gaze wasn’t unkind, but it was unrelenting, like he was waiting for the reality to settle over me.
I needed air.
I shot up from the couch, ignoring the way my legs trembled
