Three weeks had passed since the last patrol, and still, nothing. No trail, no body and no single clue about the missing Omegas. The council had stopped calling it a search. Now, it was a clean-up and a quiet way of saying they’re gone.
The warriors returned to routine. Training at dawn. Patrols at dusk. Sleep when possible. I buried myself in work and anything to silence the whispers.
“North team, change formation!” I barked, watching the young wolves reposition. Their movements were sharper now and disciplined. My father would be pleased.
Rafel leaned on a post nearby, his sword balanced across his shoulders. “You’re working them too hard. They’ll start thinking you’re punishing them for breathing.”
“They need to be ready,” I said, eyes still on the field. “The borders stay sealed un
