Dynamí.

Hair as warm as the sun. Emerald eyes as cold and empty as glass as if she had nothing to lose. In a way, maybe I looked like that back when I was an Omega.

She was running, she kept looking over her shoulder as if someone was chasing her. She was panting heavily as she ran faster.

I tried to look for whoever was chasing her, then behind her, I saw something familiar.

A person in a cape chasing her, gaining tremendous speed. There were werewolves in their wolf form chasing her too. I quickly recognized them, Strays.

I concentrated on the person chasing her, the one who...