Off to the side, near the treeline where the other omegas had been forced to stand, were Lilian and Rhea.
My breath caught in my chest.
Lilian was holding Rhea close, crouched beside her, arms wrapped tight around her small body. Rhea’s face was red and wet with tears, but she wasn’t sobbing. She was whispering something, quietly, urgently. Her small fingers were curled in Lilian’s sleeve, like if she held tight enough, maybe none of this would happen.
No one was looking at them.
No one cared.
Not about the crying child.
Not about the human mother clinging to her daughter like it was the last time.
I almost broke.
I almost fell to my knees right there.
Because whatever this was—whatever punishment they had planned for us—wasn’t just for me. It wasn’t just about wolves or rank or b
