CALLUM
Two years. It's been two years since my father died.
Two years since the New Year's Eve party where everything changed. Where I went from second-born son with a defined future to exiled Omega with nothing.
I'm sitting on the Rookeries rooftop. Watching the sun set. Seven days until Parliamentary hunters come to kill us all.
Two years.
Everything's different.
I was pack member then. Beta-in-training. My brother's loyal supporter. Believed in the system. Believed in hierarchy. Believed family meant something.
Now I'm exiled outcast leading eighty-three packless wolves in doomed resistance against vampire Parliament.
My father would be proud. Or horrified. Maybe both.
The roof access door opens. Danny climbs up. Arm in a sling from the rescue mission.
"Thought I'd find you he
