Corvin's POV

How is she still alive?

I followed the outsider with bewildered eyes as she carried on with her job as if her skull had not split open some minutes ago.

This can't be possible.

I told myself over and over again as my hands crossed and my lips tightened.

She was just a weakling. An Omega who was supposed to kneel at the bottom of the ranks and yet she had recovered from such an injury? I had touched her and felt her body going cold.

I shifted further back on my stool, ...