POV: Katie, Liam
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Katie
Katie had mastered the art of invisibility.
Not the kind that made you disappear physically.
The other kind.
The kind where people looked straight through you because they had already decided you weren't worth seeing.
It was safer that way.
The pack house buzzed with morning noise—warriors moving through halls, servants rushing, distant laughter from the higher-ranking wolves.
Katie kept her head down as she carried a stack of folded linens toward the storage room.
No one stopped her.
No one ever did.
Until—
"Well, look who decided to exist today."
Katie didn't stop walking.
Marissa's voice carried through the hallway like something sharp and deliberate.
"Oh, don't ignore me," Marissa continued sweetly. "That's rude."
Katie reached the storage door.
A hand clamped down on her shoulder.
Hard .
Her body reacted before her mind could.
She spun, knocking the hand away.
"Enough. Please."
The word cracked through the air sharper than she intended.
And for a split second—
Her eyes flashed.
Gold.
Bright. Fierce. Alive.
Gone.
Marissa froze.
"What the hell?" she breathed.
Katie blinked, forcing her expression back into something confused, something small.
"What?"
"Your eyes."
"My eyes?" Katie frowned. "What about them?"
"They glowed."
Her pulse pounded in her ears.
"I think you need more sleep."
Marissa stared at her, unsettled for just a fraction too long.
Then her expression hardened.
"You're still an omega," she snapped quietly. "Don't forget that."
Katie didn't respond.
She bent down, picked up the fallen linens, and walked away.
But her hands trembled.
Because she had felt it.
That shift.
That power.
And it hadn't felt weak.
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Liam
Across the courtyard, Liam had seen everything.
The second her eyes flashed, something inside him surged forward.
Kael stirred beneath his skin, alert, interested.
"She has a wolf," Kael murmured.
"Yes," Liam replied internally.
"But she doesn't know."
His gaze followed her as she disappeared back inside.
Katie.
She moved like someone used to carrying weight alone.
Quiet.
Controlled.
Careful.
Not weak.
Never weak.
And yet the entire pack believed she was.
Interesting.
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Katie
By late afternoon, the walls felt too tight.
Too loud.
Too suffocating.
Katie slipped out the back entrance and didn't stop walking until the pack house disappeared behind trees and shadow.
Only then did she breathe.
The forest didn't judge her.
Didn't whisper.
Didn't expect anything from her.
She leaned against her favorite tree, pressing her palm flat against the bark like it could steady something inside her.
"What's happening to me?" she whispered.
"You're changing."
Her heart jumped.
She turned quickly.
Liam stood a few feet away, completely at ease, like he belonged exactly where he was.
"How long have you been there?" she asked.
"Long enough."
She folded her arms, defensive.
"Do you always follow girls into the woods?"
"Only you."
Her breath caught before she could stop it.
"I'm an omega."
"You're more than that."
The certainty in his voice unsettled her.
"You don't know me."
"I know you don't react like prey."
Silence stretched between them.
Heavy.
Charged.
He stepped closer.
Not threatening.
Just enough.
Her pulse stumbled.
"Why do I feel like you're waiting for something?" she asked.
"I am."
"For what?"
"For you to stop pretending."
Her chest tightened.
"I'm not pretending."
"Yes, you are."
His hand lifted slowly, giving her time to move away.
She didn't.
His fingers brushed her wrist.
Heat exploded beneath her skin.
Her breath caught.
She tried to pull back.
He tightened his hold slightly—not enough to trap her, just enough to keep the connection.
"Do you feel that?" he asked quietly.
"Yes."
Barely a whisper.
"That's not weakness."
"And definitely not something an omega would fully feel."
Something in her cracked.
For the first time, she looked at him fully.
Really looked.
And something in his expression shifted.
Controlled.
But beneath it—
Something deeper.
Something that felt like it had been waiting.
"Tell me to leave," he murmured.
She should have.
She didn't.
"I can't."
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Liam
That was all it took.
He closed the distance instantly.
The kiss wasn't soft.
It wasn't hesitant.
It was something breaking loose.
His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as if the space between them had always been wrong.
Katie gasped against his mouth, her hands gripping his shirt tightly.
And then—
Something answered.
Not around them.
Inside her.
Golden light flared behind her eyes.
Bright.
Alive.
Undeniable.
Kael surged forward instantly.
Mine.
Liam felt it.
The bond.
Snapping into place.
Not fragile.
Not uncertain.
Certain.
Real.
And beneath that golden flare—
Something else shifted.
Not awake.
Not fully there.
But watching.
Waiting.
He slowed the kiss, grounding it, steadying her instead of letting it overwhelm.
Because whatever she was—
It wasn't simple.
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Katie
Her heart pounded as she pulled back, breathless.
The world tilted slightly.
"What… was that?" she whispered.
Liam rested his forehead against hers, his breath steady, controlled.
"Our bond."
She froze.
"Bond?"
His gaze searched hers carefully.
"You don't know."
"No."
Before he could say anything else, a sharp flicker of sensation moved through her chest.
Not pain.
Just… pressure.
Her breath hitched.
For a split second—
Her eyes flashed again.
Gold.
And deep beneath it—
The faintest flicker of something darker.
Gone.
Liam's grip tightened slightly, steadying her.
But she barely noticed.
Because for the first time—
She didn't feel invisible.
She felt seen.
And whatever had awakened inside her…
Wasn't going back to sleep.
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