Clara
The dining hall slowly emptied. Voices faded. Chairs scraped. Doors opened and closed until eventually it was just us left at the long table.
Omegas moved quietly around us, clearing plates and wiping down surfaces before slipping out, leaving the room calm and still again.
For a moment no one spoke. It felt different now.
Quieter.
More serious.
Chase leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “Thank you all for staying.”
His voice had shifted back into Alpha mode—steady, focused.
“We don’t have much time.”
Everyone’s attention locked onto him. He looked to Estella and my mom.
“When can you start the locator spell?”
Estella folded her hands calmly. “As soon as we finish here.”
She glanced briefly toward Holly. “We recovered several items from Alabaster’s
