The O-space answers. It obscures my vision with fractured lightning streaking through my eyes, sparks kicking wildly. I don’t fight it, but neither do I naively get swept up in it like in Rheamont. I know what it is. I know what it wants.
I step into it, rooted this time. Aware. The Command doesn’t come, not yet, but something shifts.
The blockage is gone. There’s a flowing river of energy within me now, where before there was a barricade of dread.
I can feel it, deep in my chest, like something loosening. Stretching. All I have to do is keep showing up. Keep choosing to face it head-on, not to run or hide from it.
And I will.
Because now I’m not alone.
Blaze sprints toward me on cue, eyes fierce, body committed.
I stand my ground.
“On your knees, Sergeant Blaze,”I Command.
The words ripple out of me, measured and firm, just like Viper taught me.
I mean every syllable. The intention behind my Command is crystal clear in my mind’s eye. There is no doubt of what I want and when. No room for twisting or corruption.
Blaze stops mid-step and slams down to his knees.
There’s no rush of nausea, no ringing in my ears, no crushing wave of pain behind my eyes. My body holds steady, rooted to the mat. My mind remains clear and intact, not splintering or fracturing beneath the pressure.
I stay whole as the hum of electricity races through my body.
The anger that’s lived in my bones for years is still there, but it no longer thrashes and claws inside me. Now it crackles in a focused line, lightning and alive. All those years of frustration finally given form and direction.
Shade whistles low and quiet, the sound full of something between awe and amusement. My data-dork is almost creaming in his pants over the response time on that Command.
Blaze lifts his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, Sparkles.”
I laugh, breathless and giddy. It rings through the training room like a battle cry.
I’ve never earned something like this before. Never pushed myself so far past the edge, never fought through so many invisible walls. This wasn’t like training with the squad before, where pain lived in my muscles and breath. This was deeper. A battle fought in silence and shadows, against every voice that ever told me I was weak.
This was about unlearning everything I was taught to believe about myself.
Broken. Useless.Defective.
It’s almost laughable. By branding me defective and casting me aside, it set me on this path and gave me the key to this power.
But I won’t give anyone, other than my Pack, credit for it.
I carved this power out of my own skin, claimed it with grit and rage and sheer refusal to give up. And now, it listens to me. Because I made it mine.
I’m still an Omega. That part of me hasn’t changed. I still crave touch, still need the warmth of my Pack wrapped around me like armor. I’m not built for the violence of a battlefield, or for harsh words.
But I’m not prey anymore.
I’m a force.
It feels like history is shifting under my feet. Like a dark chapter in Demi-human history is closing. A hundred years of denying our true nature ending, and a brand new chapter is beginning. Or maybe it’s the same story being retold, time and time again.
Either way, I know fate has led me exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I was born to do.
I know who I am now.
