Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alpha Creed's Point Of View
The forest was silent now. Too silent.
The cries and chaos of battle had faded, leaving only the sharp scent of blood hanging in the air, a perfume of violence that Kronos inhaled with the specific subdued quality of something that had eaten and was now simply present in the aftermath rather than driving toward the next action.
I walked among the freed children and trembling omegas as my warriors attended to them, their wide eyes reflecting fear and relief in equal measure. Every broken cage, every frightened face, every limp soot-streaked child pressed against my consciousness. Kronos was quiet. But my human side felt hollow. Even victory tasted like ash.
Felicia appeared at my side without a sound, as always. "They are safe," she sai
