HUNTER'S POV

The night was silent, only interrupted by the gentle rustling of leaves and the echo of hurried footsteps in the forest. I carried the sleeping Fierce in my arms, her fragile body contrasting with the ferocity she had shown in the battle against the Brown Bear. I knew we couldn't delay in getting help, and my instincts guided me to the omega den.

Finally, I reached the den that now housed not only the omegas but also Fierce. Cierce, one of the omegas, was at the ...