Not even two weeks after we finished training the Dragon’s Flame, Mom and a few Omegas rushed to gather all the children in the packhouse, guiding them to the underground safehouse with quick, practiced movements. The urgency in their actions set a chill in the air.
"Mom, what’s wrong?" I asked, already sensing the answer wouldn’t be something I wanted to hear.
She turned to me, her gaze sharp, filled with a dark, dangerous light that sent a fresh surge of unease down my spine. "Austin made his first move, Logan. He got his hands on Sam Brake when the Trio was doing scouting practise on the east border."
Heat spiked through my veins, my temper flaring hotter than the fires of hell.
"You hunt that bastard down and give him hell, Logan." Mom’s voice was like steel, sharp and edged with p
