Page 103 of Shattered Omega

I was already waning, madness lurking and trying to rip me into its depths.

I held on for now. For her.

“You know,” Logan Mandela sneered. “You give alphas a bad name, letting an omega leave you this weak?—”

He didn’t finish.

My lips drew in a snarl, and my aura flared viciously. I noted the way tanned skin lost its colour as he realised what he’d felt from my aura was the smallest spark of a bonfire.

Then I lunged for him faster than he could react to. Faster than the trigger.

The gun hit the ground as I grabbed him, slamming him into the car hard enough for it to dent.

My chest was tight, crimson seeping into my vision as I crushed his throat. He made a choking sound, expression twisted, eyes wide with shock.

Not the enemy.

Find her.

I loosened my grip on his neck, but he threw his weight against me, his own aura pale beside mine. I reacted like lightning, smashing my forehead into his and feeling him go limp in an instant. I didn’t bother lowering him to the ground, instead satisfied with the dull thump his body made as he hit the ground.

I turned to the huge building, every instinct flaring with my aura as it threatened, again, to swallow me, but with it came a thousand sounds. The wind rattling against the fence behind me, distant sounds of cars on nearby streets, the creak of a door somewhere deep within the building.

Shatter…

I’m coming.

THIRTY-SEVEN

DUSK

Cleaving: the act of an alpha leaving their pack. This process is volatile, carrying the risk of leaving the alpha unable to forge new bonds or in extreme cases, can result in death. Traditionally, cleaving involves the application of a uniquely designed brand to the alpha’s skin on three separate occasions.

The scene I walked in on made my heart trip.

Umbra was standing over Eric, who was shaking on the ground, blood pooling from his mouth. He cocked his head when I entered, barely turning as he fixed his sandstorm eyes on me. He looked like a fragment of our past. A distant memory I thought we’d left behind.

The iron tang of blood was thick in the air, Eric’s mingling with Umbra’s wolfsbane. There was very little human left in my brother.

We stared at each other for a long moment.

“You weren’t supposed to come.” His voice was rough.

“Do you know where she is?” I asked. That’s all that mattered.

He took a moment, then nodded.

Okay.

If we got to her, this would be over and Shatter would pull him back from that ledge just like she had before.

She could do it even when I could not.

But then Umbra’s lips drew in a snarl as he looked past me to the door. He stepped toward me in a moment, tugging me back, but I was already pulling out my gun.

I turned to find myself facing Flynn and Gareth in the doorway, and Gareth had a gun trained on us right back.

Flynn’s eyes darted to where Eric lay, then back to me and Umbra.

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