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VINCENT

A thundering quake ruptures my train of thought and throttles me backward.

Nothing but air. I'm careening through time and space, all black specks and hazy pulses of gold. Flying. I'm flying. Or maybe I'm falling. But it doesn't matter because wherever I'm going, it's toward my golden girl.

A weightlessness hugs me, making me feel small and insignificant in the vast everything that is my omega. Amaya, my beautiful girl .

Is she here? I reach my tingly fingers outward, enjoying the warmth brushing from the tips all the way to my heart. Of course she's here. This is her. My omega.

The feathery feeling shatters with a startled grunt bursting from my mouth. "Fuck!" I grunt, rolling off the broken pieces of Amaya's wooden chair. "Ow."

"Jesus, man, you alright?" Sam leans over me a little breathless from laughing at my expense.

I don't say anything, mainly because I can't. You know, having the wind knocked out of me and shit. So I was falling. But wait...

I gasp, and choke a little as I follow the golden tether that no longer disappears into the abyss.

My body was falling, but in the moments it took me to hit the ground, I was fucking flying. "Amaya!" My voice is nothing but a croak, but she's here! Or maybe I'm there! Fuck, it doesn't matter.

"What?! What's happening?!"

I barely notice Oliver kneeling by my side, but still I use his shoulder to scramble to my feet. My knees tremble and I careen to the side, but Emmett's there, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Vincent," my half-bonded alpha murmurs worriedly. "Talk to me."

I shake my head, even go as far as banging my palm against my forehead to check if I'm just going crazy. I'm not. I'm right there with her, aching cheekbone, busted nose, pulsing fury, and all.

"She's—I'm—" I stutter, struggling to orient myself in my body when my soul is miles away, having been swept into the torrent of my omega's bravery. "I have her."

"What?"

"You're serious?!"

The pack sounds surprised and excited but it's Emmett that settles my frayed nerves and bone deep unsteadiness. "Good job, Alpha. Let's go get our omega," he rumbles in my ear.

Yeah. Let's fuckin' go.