The snow didn’t melt beneath Seren’s feet. It burned.
Something older—something ancient waking in her blood—rather than fire.
As they left the cave sanctuary and entered the broad clearing, Kael's hand firmly held hers. Around them, the remains of the uprising were silent, whispers and ash being carried by the mountain wind. The Council had fallen. But the storm had only just begun.
Seren could feel it—threading through her bones, through the twins growing inside her, through the scars Kael bore and the howls still echoing from the ravaged Hollow.
Everything had changed.
She wasn’t just the Omega anymore. Not just the claimed. Not just the pawn.
She was the key.
The pack circled them slowly, warily. Some bowed in reverence. Others kept their heads up, defiant but shaken. The ancien
