Scout’s POV
"You actually thought you knew better than the moon itself," Nixon said.
His voice was low and steady, but the air in the room felt tight. He stood in the centre of the cramped, damp space, staring at the group of omegas huddled near the door. The walls were stained with dark patches of fungus. The smell of rot was heavy.
"We didn't think it was that bad, Alpha," one of the women whispered.
"You didn't think mould was dangerous?" Nixon stepped forward. "You didn't realize that locking a person in a room with wet sheets and no fresh air would make them sick? Or did you just decide that her life didn't matter because of her rank?"
Nobody spoke. They all looked at the floor.
Doctor Alice moved to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Alpha, the biology of an omega is de
