Brooke POV:
Two weeks later. Phoenix City airport. Glass, steel, and freedom.
I pushed my mother's wheelchair.
"Watch out!"
I collided with a solid wall of muscle.
Zzzzt!
Static electricity shot through my arms.
I looked up. Dark hair, eyes like molten gold. Cedar wood split open in a thunderstorm.
My lungs expanded. My inner wolf purred.
Mine.
The man froze. "You," he breathed.
I pulled away. "I'm sorry."
He looked at my mother. Instead of disgust, he knelt.
He signed. Are you hurt, Elder?
My mother gasped. No. Thank you, Alpha.
He stood up. "I am Dominic Cannon. Alpha of the Phoenix Pack."
"I know who you are." Easton's rival.
"You have a powerful spirit," Dominic said. "But it is sleeping. Why?"
"I'm just an Omega."
"I don't see an Omega. I see a survivor. And the 'Ghost Designer' behind Spencer's success."
My eyes widened.
"I see everything," he smiled. "I need a Lead Tactician. Someone who understands war. Come work for me."
"I have baggage. Dangerous baggage."
"I like danger." He handed me a black phone. "Encrypted. You are under my protection."
I took it. The spark jumped again.
"Okay," I said.
Dominic grinned. "Welcome home, Brooke."
As we walked away, I caught my reflection. My eyes flashed white.
