The night was black enough to swallow us whole.
No moon.
No stars.
Only the soft crunch of snow under our paws as we slipped through the tree line.
The Shadow Squad.
Omegas who once cowered. Zetas who had been broken. Deltas who had been discarded because they seemed too weak.
Now, they moved like whispers, sharp and silent, because I had demanded it.
This was our mission.
Our revenge.
Chris and James had argued until their voices were raw, but I hadn’t bent.
“If you come,” I’d told them, “it will always be your strength, not ours, it will only be because I have two strong friends and I don't want that.” Then I added in a much lower voice "Besides they will probably sence your strength and power from miles away breaking our cover"
They'd huffed but said that they would stand
