Savannah's POV
People claim your entire existence flashes through your mind in those final moments before death arrives.
I used to wonder what scenes would replay for me. Would it be my mother's disappointed sighs whenever I failed to meet her standards? Perhaps those suffocating family dinners where my father's cold disapproval cut through me like a blade? Or maybe all those sleepless nights spent weeping over the hollow shell of my marriage?
Standing here now, trapped in this corner by Dennis, the second most dangerous alpha in our pack, with my pulse hammering against my ribs, I discover something unexpected.
No memories surface. No regrets flood my consciousness.
Only pure, burning fury consumes me.
Raw, unfiltered rage.
"What exactly are you implying?"
My words sliced through the tension between us without a tremor. The same deadly calm that Jonathan wielded when subordinates dared to cross him.
Frightening, even coming from someone like me - just an omega.
