The Last Omega

Zara's POV

The mop bucket clattered against the marble floor as Zara Night pushed it down the empty hallway of Shadowmere Academy.

At three in the morning, the elite werewolf school was finally quiet.

No more laughter echoing from the common rooms.

No more whispers about "the broken omega" who couldn't shift.

Zara squeezed the dirty water from her mop and sighed.

While other nineteen-year-olds were sleeping in comfortable dorm rooms, she was cleaning up their mess.

Again.

"This is pathetic," she muttered to herself, pushing a strand of black hair from her sweaty forehead.

"Even the other omegas can shift. What's wrong with me?"

She'd been asking herself that question for five years.

Five years since her parents dropped her off at Shadowmere Academy's gates and never looked back.

The academy claimed to prepare the strongest werewolves for leadership roles in modern society, but Zara knew the truth.

She was here because her pack didn't want her.

A broken omega who couldn't shift was worse than useless.

She was an embarrassment.

Zara pushed her bucket toward the computer lab, where tomorrow's elite students would learn advanced tactics for something called "The Final Hunt."

She'd heard whispers about it, some kind of important mission that only the strongest werewolves could handle.

Not that anyone would ever explain it to her.

The computer lab door was already open.

Strange.

Professor Hayes always locked it after classes.

Zara flicked on the lights and gasped.

Every computer in the room was destroyed.

Screens cracked, keyboards smashed, cables ripped from the walls.

It looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to everything.

"Great," she groaned.

"They'll probably blame me for this."

She started sweeping up the broken glass, careful not to cut herself.

As she worked, something caught her eye.

One computer in the back corner looked different.

The screen was dark, but it wasn't cracked like the others.

In fact, it looked completely untouched.

Zara walked over to investigate.

The computer looked normal enough, but when she got closer, she noticed something odd.

The screen had a faint crack running down the middle, but it was perfectly straight.

Too perfect.

Like someone had drawn a line with a ruler.

"What the hell?" she whispered, reaching out to touch the crack.