Umbrathorn arrived at dawn at blue moon pack having traveled all night, slithering amongst the other deadly night creatures. Once the spirit got to the border, where Rylan the beta was leading the morning patrol, it shrouded itself in an invincible spell and crawled past them toward Marris’ quarters in the basement of the pack house. She did not live with the other Omegas; Elena granted her permission to live in the underground part of the building that held a sense of gloom, just like the darkest parts of her soul.
Marris sat on the creaky vanity table with a cracked mirror as she ran a medieval-looking brush across her deep red wavy hair. Unlike the rest of the house, the room was devoid of any interior decorations. It was just stony, bare, and dimly lit save for the weak light flickeri
