The morning air was adequately cold to sting as I remained on the training grounds. The clearing was a space I'd once stayed away from, where fighters competed, and wolves tried their solidarity under the full concentration eyes of their commandants. Omegas didn't have a place here. At least, that’s what I’d been told.
But I wasn’t here to blend in anymore.
Opposite me, Asher observed quietly, his dull eyes incoherent as the breeze dishevelled his hair. He hadn't expressed much since I'd consented to help him — not about the defiance, not about the peculiar events spreading through Verauno, and surely not about us. The heaviness of his look felt heavier than I needed to concede, however I won't withdraw.
"At the point when you're prepared," I said, my voice consistent regardless of the
