SADIE
Sixty omegas move through the grand ballroom like water finding its level, their hands transforming crystal and silk into something between dream and declaration. Moonflowers twist through chandeliers that throw fractured light across floors polished to mirror-shine. The air tastes of revolution wrapped in jasmine and courage.
"The lakeside cottages." I watch Sarah direct three younger omegas in hanging garlands, her weathered hands steady despite the tremor in her voice. "All sixty need deep cleaning. New linens. Stocked kitchens."
Pete's whiskers twitch as he scribbles notes, claws clicking against his tablet. "For overflow guests? That's quite far from the main compound—"
"For sanctuary. Any omega who wants to stay through the Challenge and after. Away from their packs, their
