I threw myself down the grand staircase, my feet barely touching the marble steps. It felt as though gravity itself had surrendered to my desperation, the laws of physics momentarily suspended by the sheer force of my longing.
Behind me, the frantic cries of the Omegas—"My Luna, please! Slow down! You will injure yourself!"—echoed through the high-vaulted, cold corridors of the mansion. Their voices, once so intimidating, were now nothing more than muffled white noise, a distant buzzing that couldn't penetrate the shield of my adrenaline. The heavy leather armor, reinforced with silver plates and fastened by Delphina's expert hands, clattered rhythmically against my body.
