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    Selene sighs in my mind, a little huff that brings a picture to my mind''s eye of her resting her chin on her front paws. I miss her.

    You are not an omega, she finally says. Omegas don''t exist.

    I tilt my head. It isn''t that I don''t believe Selene, it''s just that... well, I mean, how do omegas not exist? All shifters have ranks, once they come into adulthood.

    Well—I never got a rank, because I didn''t have a rank. But everyone else has one.

    Selene growls. Omegas were created for the pleasure of the alphas of old, who wanted nothing more than to breed and dominate. It was a different time.

    I talk out loud, because I''m giving myself a headache by thinking too hard at her. "What about the ''true omegas'' they''re talking about?"

    There is no true omega. There are only shifters with powerful heat cycles. Some of them were known to breed strong alpha pups. Wolves and humans both tend toward the superstitious.

    Powerful heat cycles come to powerful she-wolves. It has nothing to do with their arbitrary rankings.

    I rub my eyes in frustration. It isn''t that I''m not understanding the words she''s saying; it''s just that nothing is making sense in my head, like we''re speaking of a foreign land.

    "So they just made up this entire thing, because some strong wolf got really horny during heat?"

    Yes.

    "How does that even make sense?"

    All of these ranks are for human ego. Alphas have always existed, though we did not have a word for them. Even strong betas can be alphas. It isn''t a birthright, but a matter of strength and leadership. Strong wolves lead the pack. Weak wolves follow.

    It isn''t rocket science.

    I groan, resting my forehead on my hand as Selene tosses a bomb on the entire ranking hierarchy of shifters.

    Hush, little one. I hear your skepticism.

    Having a wolf in my head gives me no privacy at all.

    But even our wolves refer to our ranks, I protest. Don''t they?

    Selene''s sigh this time is so strong I can almost feel it in the room with me. Child, there is too much history to go through. Yes, the weak wolves of today''s shifters have accepted this, as this is how your packs work now. But they were not always so.

    Of course.

    I wait for her to elaborate, but she doesn''t. "But I''m different."

    Yes.

    "Then why aren''t Jessa and Phoenix different?"

    It is in your soul, not in your blood.

    I sigh. "Okay. Selene, how am I different? Explain it to me like I''m five."

    You are stronger than the others.

    "So, because I''m strong, my heat is strong." That''s what she''d said just a few moments ago.

    It is one of the reasons, she concedes. Though, your heat is different. Shifters usually go into heat to breed. Yours is to gain strength.

    "Did you miss the part where I jumped Clayton''s bones and tried to fuck him in front of the hospital staff?"

    Sex, of course, is part of it, Selene says primly.

    I sigh. It''s like having half-answers, which Selene excels at so thoroughly. But, I remember clearly feeling a heat going through my body once before, and feeling refreshed and stronger after—

    I think I might understand, a little bit. Not really, but kind of.

    You have the strength of the arcane running through your blood, she says simply. And I...

    She stops.

    Well, that''s for another time.

    "What, that you''re a Lycan?"

    Well, we are all Lycan, of a sort, Selene says vaguely.

    Wait. When she says strength of the arcane—

    "Selene, are you saying I can do magic?"