Page 27 of Rome's Mate: Hunted Omegas

“That bite sealed our lifelines and combined our energy. You’ll live as long as I do. Right now, that’s forever, unless Dark Night finds a way to reverse her curse.”

Amelia had a vague memory of Luna mentioning an end that wouldn’t end and words that shouldn’t have been said. Was she talking about Rome and his pack?

“I’ll always get to be by your side?”

“Forever or as long as forever lasts.” She kissed him. Living forever with Rome was like a dream come true.

“I’ll take it. What else?”

“Any children we have will be born omegas.”

“So, we’ll have to worry about hunters trying to kill them?”

“Yes, unless Luna has a different plan.”

“I wonder why the hunters didn’t come after me, despite Julie?” Her fingers were tracing the tattoo on his chest. It was of a beautiful howling wolf.

“Okay, recap. You’re immortal, cursed by the goddess Dark Night.” What a name. “Now I’m immortal because I mated with you. Our children will be born omegas, and hunters may try to kill them. Anything else I should know?”

“That’s it for now.” There was a niggle in his head, telling him he was forgetting something. “You should know that we are not alone.” That wasn’t what he was forgetting, but she needed to know.

“What?” He obviously didn’t mean in the room. Could he be talking about the pack?

“Wolf shifters think they are one of a kind. That’s not true. You may not have seen them, but you’ve heard of witches and vampires.”

“Vampires?” She knew witches existed. That’s how her father saved her life, but vampires?

“Just to name a few. There are other kinds of shifters in the world. Lions, coyotes, panthers, and many more. We think we’re alone, but we’re not.”

“Where are they?”

“They have a secret society, one we’re not allowed to infiltrate. I’ve heard rumors that they think associating with wolves will bring about their downfall. If they stay away from me, I’ll stay away from them.”

Amelia nodded, but a secret society of shifters and others bothered her. It didn’t sit well. It felt like there was something she should know. She couldn’t pinpoint the feeling and finally pushed it to the back of her mind. There were too many other things to deal with, like hunters.

“What do we do now?” They couldn’t just sit behind the wards around the property and hope no one found them.

“We hunt for the hunters.”

She grinned and pecked his lips. She liked that. Let’s turn the tables and make the hunter the hunted.

Amelia cuddled with Rome after they finished eating. She needed more rest. It was a struggle to stay awake. Her lids fluttered shut, and she was asleep before she knew it.

The forest called her name, but this time, fear and dread greeted her when she stepped into it. Amelia went from female to wolf in a heartbeat. The white fur still taking her by surprise compared to her father’s gray fur and Rome’s black fur.

Her ears flicked back, listening while she scented the air. There was a predator watching her. She stopped and took in where she was. In reality, she knew that she was asleep inRome's arms, but this dream wasn't a dream. The forest had been transported to another reality and wherever Amelia was, she was awake and could be hurt. Maybe this is why people said you could die in dreams. Knowing what she knew, she prepared herself for a confrontation.

There wasn’t a sense of where it was coming from, but there was danger in the air. She ran in the same direction as all the other animals fleeing. She hadn’t been a wolf long, but she knew they would run away from danger, not to it. If she could laugh as a wolf, she would. Animals differed from humans, who liked to run towards danger. They needed to know what was happening before they had enough sense to save themselves.

She slowed down and then stopped. There was a call on the wind inviting her to come and join whoever it was that was feeding her fear. They were waiting at the bench. It was the only landmark she had for the forest. That would have to change. Amelia turned and began walking to the bench.

She walked until she came upon a beautiful woman with jet black hair and dusky dark skin. She was gorgeous with eyes, so black Amelia could fall into them. Amelia’s shift from wolf to woman was seamless.

“Goddess of the Black Night.” Amelia bowed to acknowledge who the woman was. She was sitting there in a gray power suit, looking like she just stepped out of a boardroom.

“Omega.” Dark Night looked her over, eyeing the faded jeans she wore that were torn at the knees and the camisole she threw on before walking in the woods.

“Casual, but what does one expect from an omega?”

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