Chapter 117

The Young Ones Meeting

Ten-year-old Pip moved about the rooftops of the capital while his powers-up omega senses tracked patrol movement down cleared streets of civilian life under curfews enforced by public executions used as a warning of what happened to families whose children were caught out of bounds in designated residential areas after dark.

His diminutive fingers discovered handholds on slate tiles worn by decades to smoothness, his natural omega pliability allowing entry into spaces where adult intruders would have been detected by guards whose enlarged alpha senses had been conditioned to detect danger by conventional security procedures.

Under him, Kael's armies moved through empty bazaars whose empty stalls provided shadows that concealed evidence of social existence that had been systematically eliminated by policy actions taken to prevent social coordination that could drive organized opposition through pack bonds beyond one's deference to state power.

Pip got to the sig