I sit in the middle of Zane's massive bed, our bed now, I suppose, with my knees pulled tight against my chest, arms wrapped around them like I might hold myself together through sheer physical force. My mother is dead. The words repeat in my mind, a terrible mantra I can't escape. Dead because she tried to save me. Dead because I was born a true omega in a world that treats us like breeding stock instead of people.
At least my father survived. The thought offers a flicker of comfort in the darkness consuming me. But even that is complicated by the reality of our situation, him a rogue wolf dependent on the mercy of an Alpha who's claimed me against my will, me a mated omega with no way out.
'We saved dad,' Nyx whispers in my mind, her presence warm with satisfaction despite our grief. '
