Lora sat in the cold cell, her heart pounding as she tried to comprehend what Tara was telling her. The silence around her felt suffocating, but within her mind, her wolf’s voice echoed loudly. She was confused, angry, and desperate for answers, answers that Tara was now forcing her to confront.
“Why couldn’t I use the Omega’s Fury?” Lora asked again, this time with a mixture of frustration and anguish in her voice. She replayed the horrors of what had happened in her mind, remembering the way the Lycans had touched her, the way her body had frozen in place when she needed it to fight back. “Tara, they touched me. They dishonored me. They damaged our mate bond! Why couldn’t I stop them?”
Tara growled lowly in response, her voice steady but tinged with an undercurrent of frustration. “Lor
