Zevs POV
The Grove doesn't feel like a secret anymore.
It feels like a home.
I watch the druids work, their hands glowing faintly with magic as they reinforce the outer border with spell runes and roots that hum when you get too close. The air here is softer, calmer… safer.
And in the middle of it all, is her.
Alyssa.
She moves like she belongs to this place.
Like the trees lean toward her without realizing it, like the moonlight waits to fall where she walks.
She's talking to one of the new rogues—a boy with a limp and scared eyes—and she touches his arm gently, reassuring him.
She’s not just surviving anymore.
She's building something.
She's changing everything.
The Omega, now slowly building a pack.
Thirteen new rogues. Seven druids. All rescued. All choosing to stay. To be
