"Get up!" I sat up groggily, squinting at the early light that spilled into the cage after the guard's gruff voice startled me awake.
His eyes gleamed with a tinge of cruelty as he grinned. “Thought you’d just sit around, Omega? Get going. You’ve got chores, and I don’t mean the easy kind.”
Before I could gather myself, two other guards grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me from the cell. My muscles objected, tight from spending the night on the chilly stone floor, but I forced myself to ignore the pain and keep from letting them know how miserable I was.
"Where are we going?" Hating the tremble in my voice, I asked.
The guard shrugged, a bored look flashing into his eyes. With a tone full of faux innocence, he said, "Just to help with some chores."
I suppressed a sigh, accepting that I would be flung around like the pack's personal puppet for another day. I attempted to maintain my composure as they guided me farther into the dungeons, convincing myself that I could handle this. I had already been through so much. What was another day?
They pushed me into a dark, musty room with tool-lined walls that included buckets, mops, and chains. Smirking, the guard shoved a pail and a filthy rag into my hands. "Clean everything from top to bottom. You won't go till it's spotless."
I clenched my jaw and nodded silently as they walked out, the heavy door slamming behind them. The ensuing hush encircled me and pressed down on me like a cage. I looked around the room and exhaled slowly.
But I wasn’t alone. As I got closer, I saw a girl sitting in the corner with her face buried in her arms and her knees pulled up to her chest. In the faint light, her petite figure was hardly more than a shadow.
"Hey," I whispered gently as I cautiously walked up to her. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, but it was more habit than fact. She looked up, surprised, her eyes wide and afraid. She had a thinness about her that suggested days without enough sustenance, and her face was white and smeared with dirt.
"They... they also brought you here?" Her voice was no more than a whisper when she requested.
I lowered the pail and crouched next to her after nodding. “Yeah. My name is Anna. What is your name?"
"Maia," she uttered softly, her eyes returning to the ground. "I've been held down here for weeks now by them."
Even though her voice was quite quiet, there was something in it that made me feel a pain I knew well. I was all too familiar with that feeling—the emptiness and loneliness of being forgotten, abandoned, and undervalued.
"I am sorry Maia," I said, putting a soft hand on her shoulder. "I understand what it's like to be treated in this manner."
She turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with relief at a pleasant remark, or even a flicker of hope. "Do you believe we'll ever leave this place? Like, really free?"
I wanted to say "yes" to her, but I wasn't sure how to respond. I had no idea what freedom actually meant. But I couldn't just abandon her to her misery. "Perhaps someday," I muttered. “But we’ll get through today. Together."
She grabbed for a rag, her fingertips grazing mine as a slight smile tugged at her lips. Despite its smallness, it felt like a lifeline.
As we worked side by side, scrubbing the floors, carrying buckets of murky water, and removing the dust and dirt that stuck to every surface, the hours went by slowly. Even though Maia didn't say much, it was somehow easier to bear the load when she was present and felt the weight of our silence.
By midday, the oppressive heat in the little chamber had left my head spinning, my hands blistering and burned, and my arms hurting. But I persevered, gritting my teeth and directing my rage and aggravation into every rag scrub.
"So, what brings you here?" The silence was broken abruptly by Maia's question. She spoke in a cautious, hesitant tone.
I paused, unsure of how to respond. “Because I’m different. An omega. They believe I'm weak because of that."
With a sour comprehension in her eyes, she nodded. "I understand how that feels. They never let us forget, do they?”
I felt her comments weigh heavily on me, so I shook my head. "No, they don't."
After that, there was a thick stillness while we both worked on, absorbed in our own thoughts. We never discussed the awful reality of our life aloud, but in this cell, it was OK to do so and to accept it without feeling guilty.
By the time we were done, the room was filled with lengthy shadows from the faint light coming in through the little, high window. Too tired to talk, Maia and I sat side by side on the floor, gathering our breath.
Then the door opened and one of the guards entered, looking around the room and then at us. He jerked his chin at me and said, "You. It's time to leave."
I glanced at Maia, who gave me a worried look as she stared up at me. "Will... will you return?"
"I'm not sure," I muttered, giving her a small smile. "But I hope so,"
As the guard pulled me away and back down the dark hallways, she nodded slightly, her eyes filled with an unspoken request. Night had fallen by the time they let me out, and the cold air pricked my flesh.
Every muscle in my body hurt as I staggered through the quiet village on my way home. I started thinking about Leo.
There was an eerie calm when I eventually arrived at the tiny cabin. As I entered and looked around the dimly lit room, the door creaked. Leo wasn't present. I forced down a twinge of uneasiness in my gut, reasoning that he had most likely gone to visit someone in the hamlet or get supplies.
The stillness in the room grew heavier as I put down my bucket and started cleaning up, until I was struggling to breathe. Something didn't feel right.
Abruptly, a faint sound—a peculiar, repetitive hum—drifted across the night air. I froze and listened as it became clearer, louder, and had an uncanny echoing quality. It originated in the middle of the community.
I slipped over to the window and looked out, my heart thumping. A group of pack members were huddled together, their voices blending in a symphony of chanting, joy, and something sinister as the distant torches flashed.
As I strained to hear bits of what they were saying, a horrible feeling coiled in my stomach and dread grew. They sounded... enthusiastic. Happy.
And then, through the crackling firelight, I saw it.
Leo. Chained up and pulled toward the village square.
As I watched him stumble, his face pallid, his eyes far away, I gasped, my blood flowing cold, a wave of panic taking hold of me. As the crowd cheered and the chants became louder, he was pushed to his knees in the middle of the square, his shoulders stooped and his head lowered.
What happened? Why were they…?
As I tried to breathe, the reality struck me like a blow, and I clutched the windowsill, my fingers sinking into the wood.
Leo was going to stand trial.
“Tell me what happened to him! What did Leo do?” Outside the pack house, I pushed my way through the swarm of whispering voices and made my demand.One of the bigger wolves hissed, "Back off, runt," and gave me a hard shove that almost knocked me down. I didn't stop, though. I was unable to. My mind was racing, clinging to a single thought: Leo was in trouble.I finally made it to the clearing in the middle, where Oliver was standing with his troops encircling him. His sardonic expression said a lot, but what really stopped me was the grim satisfaction on his face.When Oliver raised his hand, everyone became silent. He said, "Leo has betrayed this pack," his voice resonating in the quiet, each word piercing my stomach like a stone. "He will go on trial tomorrow. But tonight… tonight, he will rot in a cell.”Like flies buzzing over a body, the pack burst into murmurs and whispers. I balled my fists up. Betrayed? No, I said to myself, "that can't be right." But the terror was beginning
While pacing on the cold stone floor of my little, dim chamber, I whispered to myself, "He's not guilty." The words reverberated quietly in the quiet, but they had no effect on the knot of anxiety in my chest. I kept thinking about Leo's face, how exhausted he had been, and how he had reached through those bars as though it might be our final touch.I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the stranger's accusing look and the bloodstains on Leo's hands and clothing from being dragged through the pack's common area. My mind would not let me rest; all I wanted to do was close my eyes and forget, if only for a short while.Pale light filled my chamber as morning broke, and I made myself sit up. Another day to live—another day in the pack. However, the idea of doing my regular tasks today was intolerable. Oliver's derisive tone and the sneer on his face as he ordered Leo to be cast into the cells were still audible to me. I clenched my fists at the vision, but what could I d
I managed to get close enough to the front to see the council members sitting in their high-backed seats, their expressions grim and far away, after squeezing past a few others. The focal point of it all was Oliver, who stood straight and exuded an authority that made me want to pull back.I finally got to see Leo. Two guards carried him to the front, injured and shaken, his gaze sweeping the room before meeting mine. His face briefly lit up with relief, and I clinched my hands, wishing him to remain resilient.The whispers stopped when Oliver held out his hand. His cold, authoritative voice pierced the atmosphere. "You are charged with murder, Leo. We offer you a chance to speak even though the evidence is damning. You may explain yourself.” He waved his hand as though he were giving Leo the tiniest, most reluctant favor.Leo inhaled deeply before starting, "I didn't do it," in a steady but low voice. "Yes, I did find the child, wounded, hurt, and alone. I heard him as I was walking
As everyone streamed out of the trial hall, the air was filled with the murmur of voices, their whispered whispers carrying a mixture of judgment and expectation. In order to confer with the council elders and determine Leo's destiny, Oliver had called a timeout. However, I recognized the expression in his eyes—he was relishing the agony, extending the verdict to relish every moment of Leo's pain and the fear that was screaming through me.With my heart racing, I looked around for Lucas as the crowd poured into the courtyard. Since the start of the trial, the so-called "witness" had been the focus of attention, and his words had been driving a cold blade further and deeper into my chest. Whether he realized it or not, I had to face him and make him recognize the harm he was doing.At last I saw him at the steps, chatting softly with a few of our fighters. He had a calm, assured stance. Anger made my stomach turn. After what he had done, how could he appear so composed?I ignored the g
As everyone streamed out of the trial hall, the air was filled with the murmur of voices, their whispered whispers carrying a mixture of judgment and expectation. In order to confer with the council elders and determine Leo's destiny, Oliver had called a timeout. However, I recognized the expression in his eyes—he was relishing the agony, extending the verdict to relish every moment of Leo's pain and the fear that was screaming through me.With my heart racing, I looked around for Lucas as the crowd poured into the courtyard. Since the start of the trial, the so-called "witness" had been the focus of attention, and his words had been driving a cold blade further and deeper into my chest. Whether he realized it or not, I had to face him and make him recognize the harm he was doing.At last I saw him at the steps, chatting softly with a few of our fighters. He had a calm, assured stance. Anger made my stomach turn. After what he had done, how could he appear so composed?I ignored the g
"So, Lucas," Oliver said in a tone laced with bitter laughter as he paced in front of the audience, his cold gaze fixed on the man who had the audacity to disagree with him. "Want to explain this abrupt change of heart?"Lucas kept a straight face, but I could see that the significance of Oliver's remarks wasn't lost on him. The murmurs of the gathering increased, sending a wave of uncertainty and bewilderment through the assembled wolves. Some of them gave me a sidelong glance, hatred and distrust lingering in their eyes as though Leo's innocence threatened them directly.To his credit, Lucas did not back down. With a steady, unwavering voice, he calmly responded, "Alpha, I didn't change my statement. I just stated that Leo is not necessarily guilty of the crime itself, even though I saw him close to the body."Oliver gave me the kind of half-smile that made my stomach turn. "Oh, I see. So maybe, Lucas,” he added, speaking to the audience, “someone slipped a few nice words or maybe e
“Anna,” Lucas started, his voice low, but I didn’t stop walking. I was unable to. Every time I remembered his face and his hesitating remarks during that trial that found Leo guilty, my blood burned. With shaking hands, I pushed past him and yelled, "Get out of my way." After Oliver's announcement, the crowd had dispersed, but I could still hear the buzzing in my ears. "Hold on." Lucas’s hand brushed my arm, and I yanked it away. “You have to believe me. I didn’t...” "What did you not do? Put an innocent man in jail? Allow them to execute Leo for a crime he didn't commit." With heated tears running down my cheeks, I broke my voice. “You stood there and said he wasn’t guilty, and then you let it happen anyway. Just give me some space."His gaze grew gloomy. “I’m sorry, I...” With anger in every word, I snarled, "Don't you dare apologize. If you cared, you wouldn’t have been here to destroy his life in the first place.” He looked at me as if he had more to say, but I wasn't in
I was startled awake by a loud, persistent hammering on the door. As the mist of sleep cleared and was replaced by fear, my heart pounded. Maia's eyes fluttered open as she stirred in the corner, her gentle snores breaking. This time the pounding was louder. "Open up, Anna!" A deep voice let out a bark. With my bare feet touching the cold floor, I clambered off the thin mattress. Maia gave me a worried look but remained silent. Two guards with stony faces loomed as I pulled the door open. “It’s time,” one said gruffly. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. “Time for what?” Even though I knew the answer, I muttered. The other guard answered, "The Alpha has given you one last chance with the traitor." "Leo," I uttered, my voice wavering. They moved aside and gestured for me to come along. Maia took hold of my wrist. Despite the fear in her eyes, she said firmly, "I'll follow you." The guards looked at her doubtfully but remained silent. The cold morning air
With my luggage draped over my shoulder and a weary but determined heart, I stood at the edge of the woodland. Beside me were Lucas and Maia, whose faces reflected mine: a mixture of resolve and melancholy.Cain came toward us, his eyes full of resolution but his face etched with fatigue. Although he had been among Oliver's most devoted soldiers, the insurrection had altered him. We were leaving him in control after he had fought with us and put his life in danger for the pack."Are you sure about this?" he said softly.I gave a nod. "Cain, you're the greatest option. You are trusted by the pack. They will follow you."He paused, his eyes darting between Maia and Lucas. "How about the three of you? Where are you going?""Somewhere new," was all I said. "A place where we can start again."Cain's face softened as he nodded. "You've done enough for this pack. More than sufficient. Go if this is what you need. We'll be alright."I said my
In the broken remnants of Nightshade's great hall, the firelight wavered, creating unsettling shadows on the stone walls. I had nothing left to offer the pack, but they continued to hover, perhaps awaiting guidance. There was still a weight in my chest. I didn't feel like I had won, even though Oliver was defeated and his rule was overthrown by the people he used to rule.Sitting next to me on a splintered wooden bench, Maia was looking off into space as she absently traced a scar over her arm. Ever the guardian, Lucas stood a few feet away, his gaze sweeping the still audience.After a long pause, Lucas whispered, "They need a leader." He spoke in a quiet, wary tone. "Someone to rebuild what's left."Slowly, I nodded. "They need someone," I said, then looked over at Maia.She stiffened as I stared at her. "Don't even think about it."I cocked my head. "Why not?"She gave a dry laugh, but it was devoid of any humor. "Becaus
The trumpet's call echoed through the broken remains of Nightshade, a sound that once sent fear rippling through the pack but now carried a different weight. A summons. A reckoning.I stood in the heart of the pack's gathering grounds, where months ago, I had watched Leo be condemned to death. My fingers tightened into fists at my sides as I forced myself to take in every detail... the stone platform, the lofty arches, the wooden beams above that had once felt oppressive. The torches flickered, casting long shadows against the walls, just like they had that night.Only this time, it wasn't Leo standing before the pack.It was Oliver.He was on his knees in the center of the hall, bound, his body battered and broken. Blood matted his dark hair, his once-imposing body slumped forward in exhaustion. The very warriors who had formerly battled under him stood around the perimeter of the hall, their gazes flitting between me and the fall
There was silence on the battlefield.The silence was not one that resulted from relief or tranquility. It was the thick, stifling type that comes after a storm, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The ground was covered in fallen people, and the air was heavy with the smell of smoke and blood. With a mixture of amazement and incredulity, the rebels who had survived the slaughter and were still standing glanced at Anna.Oliver was lying at her feet, immobile and broken. His burnt body stood out sharply against the blood-soaked ground below, and his once-imposing figure had now collapsed into a crumpled heap. He was not yet dead, but he was very nearly so. His chest rose and fell in weak, irregular spasms, and his breaths were shallow.With her shoulders heaving and her hands still burning dimly from the last of her power, Anna stood over him. Her hair was knotted and wild, and her face was stained with blood and filth, but her ey
All I could do was observe.My entire existence begged me to step in, step in, and support Anna as she faced Oliver alone. However, I was unable to.I shouldn't.This was her fight.Standing opposite Oliver, Anna's body was bruised and covered in blood, yet her unwavering will remained burning. I had never seen the raw electricity crackle in the air around her before. It was hazardous, untamed, and wild. There was nothing weak about the dim glow that flickered from her palms, like a fading ember. The ground beneath her boots seemed to be reacting to her, quivering in expectation of what lay ahead.Oliver rolled his shoulders and grinned as though this were merely a minor annoyance. I shuddered at his self-assurance. For so long, he had ruled by terror, destroying anybody who tried to oppose him. He now considered Anna to be simply another idiot who believed they could prevail.However, she wasn't.
The battlefield was a bloody, chaotic nightmare.The night was filled with screams as the rebels gave it their all in battle, but Oliver's forces were unrelenting and mercilessly defeated us. My muscles ached from the never ending battle, and I was breathing in ragged breaths, but there was no time to pause. Another life was lost with every second that passed.Maia was down.Across the field, I saw her fall, hitting the ground with a horrible crack. As I surged at her, avoiding an enemy's claws at the last second, my stomach knotted in terror."Maia!" I fell on my knees next to her. Her breathing was shallow, and blood was leaking from a deep wound along her shoulder.Her body trembled uncontrollably as she attempted to push herself up. "I'm fine," she rasped, but I could tell she wasn't."You're not," I said as I applied pressure to the cut. My palm was stained by the warmth of her blood, and my chest developed a hollow hole.Lucas s
Every breath was tinged with the weight of what lay ahead, and the night air was heavy with stress. The rebels' bodies were tense with expectation as they stood at the forest's edge, concealed by the thick undergrowth. The clearing where Oliver's fortress stood in the distance was stricken with weird shadows as moonlight seeped through the treetops.To steady myself, I shifted my weight and clenched my fingers into fists. I thought the others could hear how loudly my heart was beating.I heard a sharp crack to my left. I snapped my head in the direction of the sound, every muscle in my body tensing up.Beside me, Lucas stiffened, his hand already reaching for his blade. Maia froze, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows.Out of the darkness came two bright golden eyes.For a painful moment, I mistakenly believed it to be one of Oliver's scouts. Then the figure moved closer, a solitary, gaunt wolf with ribs showing through its m
"It’s almost time."It wasn’t just a statement; it was a reckoning. The kind of words that carried the gravity of everything we had fought for, everything we had lost, and everything we stood to lose. Even though he was trying so hard to hide it, I could detect the slight tremor behind his firm tone. It was the shudder of a man who was preparing for what was about to happen.I let out a breath and looked out over the area of land in front of us. As though the world itself were holding its breath for what was about to happen, the night was strangely calm. Tension permeated the air, the kind that caused your chest to tighten and your skin to prickle. Long, jagged shadows were cast over the assembled rebels by the orange glare of distant fires. As though they were restless too, the flames danced madly, reflecting the uneasiness that descended upon us all.With low murmurs and deliberate movements, the rebels moved in quiet tones. Each one of
"This is a bad idea."Standing next to me and gazing at the man in front of us, Maia spoke sharply and crossed her arms. Every dissident wolf in the room was on full alert, and the tension was palpable. The stench of mistrust was nearly oppressive.Ronan, the man in question, stood still, his palms raised in a gesture of peace. He was a warrior who had assisted Oliver in enforcing his harsh reign and had previously been one of his top enforcers. He said that he had now turned against him.I did no trust him. However, I couldn't overlook what he had to offer. Ronan's voice was steady as he said, "I don't blame you for being wary. But raw power alone won't cut it if you want to defeat Oliver. You must be aware of what you're getting into.""And we’re supposed to believe you suddenly grew a conscience?" With his arms resting on his enormous chest, Cain scoffed. "You think we forgot what you did?"Ronan's mou