The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 73

“Show me that sequence again,” I tell Sage in an attempt to distract her, watching her move through defensive forms. Her growth amazes me – both physical and spiritual. “But this time, focus on your center of gravity.”

She completes the sequence perfectly, then stops, staring at her hands. “Sometimes… sometimes when I’m healing, it feels like my hands know what to do before my mind does. Like muscle memory, but deeper.”

“Blood memory,” I suggest. “Your heritage asserting itself.”

“But why can’t I remember?” Frustration colors her voice. “If I’m really from these healing packs, why is everything before Blackthorn just… darkness?”

I move closer, adjusting her stance again though we both know she doesn’t need it. “Trauma can lock away memories. Especially childhood trauma.”

“Like watching your pack destroyed?” Her voice catches. “Watching your parents…”

“We’ll find out what really happened.” I breathe in her scent, fighting the urge to pull her closer. “The scouts found something else – records of a ritual the healing packs used. Something about storing memories in sacred objects, usually jewelry passed down through bloodlines.”

Her hand flies to her pendant. “You think…”

“I think nothing about you is accidental, sweetling.” Including the way she fits perfectly against me during these “training” sessions. “Even your instincts to heal, to help others – that comes from somewhere deeper than memory.”

“The scrolls mention something else,” I tell her, watching her process all this information. “The healing packs didn’t just heal physical wounds. They were known for helping wolves find their true natures.”

“What does that mean?”

“Some wolves get lost between forms – stuck partially shifted or unable to control their beasts. The healing packs could guide them back.” I pause, remembering the scouts‘ reports. “Some say they could even help wolfless wolves find their inner animals.”

Her movements still completely. “You think… you think that’s why I’m wolfless? Because no one was left to help me find my wolf?”

The hope in her voice makes my lycan whine. “The records suggest their abilities were passed down through bloodlines. That each generation grew stronger, more connected to the moon’s magic,‘

“Until someone decided they were too powerful.” Her voice hardens. “Too dangerous to let live.”

“The scrolls describe their last gathering.” I move closer, drawn by the pain in her scent. “All the healing packs coming together to protect their knowledge, their future. They knew someone was hunting them.”

“But they failed.” She resumes her combat sequence, movements sharper now. “They all died.”

“Not all.” I catch her mid–turn. “They protected you. And maybe…”

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Chapter 73

“Maybe what?”

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“Maybe they left you more than just that pendant. Maybe they found a way to preserve their knowledge, their power…” I touch the crescent moon at her throat. “Until you were ready to receive it.”

The pendant seems to warm under my touch, or maybe that’s just the heat between us as we stand too close, maintaining the pretense of training while discussing secrets that could get us both killed.

The coded message that arrived earlier burns in my pocket as I watch her practice. If what it suggests is true, if the name signed at the bottom really authorized the extinction of the healing packs…

Some truths change everything.

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