JAXOM’S POV
Saltmoon, 2pm...
“No, give it to him.” I waved off the EMT offering me an oxygen mask and nodded to the frail boy seated beside me.
He was young, thin, and deathly pale, but then again, they all were. All twenty-six of the Omegas we’d managed to pull out of the basement. I studied what was left of the compound- a blackened husk still wreathed in flames. It made me sick to my stomach. If anything had happened differently- anything at all- they would have burned alive, and nobody would have been the wiser.
The boy shook his head, maybe out of fear, or perhaps some misplaced sense of pride. I winced when his skeletal frame buckled and a violent coughing fit wracked his chest. We’d been the last ones out, and he’d taken the worst of the smoke inhalation.
“S-sorry, A-alpha,”
