**SAMANTHA’S CHAMBER** 

The second I walked into Samantha’s healing room, my wolf started groaning and pacing inside my chest. Amora was lying there, face twisted in pain, that ugly silver cut still fresh on her cheek. Something hot and painful shot through me, like my blood had been set on fire. I couldn’t breathe. I turned around and walked out fast before I did something stupid. 

Carla followed right behind me like he always does. 

I stopped in the hallway and faced him. “Carla.” 

He raised an eyebrow, waiting. 

“That girl… Amora. Is she a wolf or just an omega?” 

Carla let out a short laugh. “She’s an omega. Why?” ...