Guiding the small group of young omegas through the forest, Christian kept a close eye on their surroundings. These children had navigated dangers unknown, fleeing from something that had shattered their innocence far too early. His protective instincts ran deep, and his gaze never left them as they drew closer to the safety of the mansion.
The imposing structure of the Sawyer compound loomed ahead, its walls a promise of shelter and protection. But first, they had to ensure their approach went unnoticed by any potential threats lurking nearby.
"Stay close," Christian murmured to the children. With a whispered incantation, he cast a cloaking spell, wrapping them in a subtle mist that hid their presence from prying eyes. He owed it to these children to keep them safe, especially now that
