The forest was silent.
Too silent.
A thick fog curled around the trees as I stepped carefully over the damp earth, my senses alert.
I had been here before—long ago, when Theo was still alive. This was his sanctuary, a place where no one else followed him.
I never questioned it back then. I should have.
Now, with doubt gnawing at my mind, I traced my fingers over the old, half-broken cabin door. It creaked open at my touch, revealing a space that smelled of damp wood and faded memories.
And then I saw it.
Tucked into the floorboards, hidden beneath an overturned crate—a small, metal emblem.
I knelt, my heartbeat quickening as I picked it up.
It wasn’t just any emblem. It was a sigil of power. The kind only warriors or high-ranking wolves carried.
Theo was an omega. A nobody.
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