MasukJason's POVTwo weeks.It's been two weeks since the battle ended. Two weeks of negotiations, meetings, political discussions that seem to go in circles. Two weeks of being pulled into war rooms and councils and diplomatic sessions.Two weeks since I've felt like myself.I sit in another negotiation session, listening to representatives from various packs argue about omega rights legislation. My presence is required at these meetings now. Expected. Queen Lydia insists I attend. "Your voice matters," she tells me. "Your experience gives weight to our arguments."So I sit here, day after day, sharing my story. Answering questions. Defending positions I never asked to defend.The progressive factions treat me like a hero. A symbol of omega resilience and strength. They quote my words from previous meetings. They use my story as evidence that omegas deserve autonomy and protection.The traditional factions treat me like a threat. A troublemaker who's disrupting natural order. They questi
Kaelen's POVMy feet hurt. Everything hurts, actually. But my feet especially.We've been walking for two days straight. Two days of rough terrain, sleeping in caves or under trees, eating whatever we could find or the scraps we managed to carry. Two days of constantly looking over our shoulders, jumping at every sound.I've never been this exhausted in my life."How much further?" I ask Avalon.He's studying the landscape, trying to get his bearings. "If I'm reading the terrain right, Captain Kael's territory should start within the next few miles.""You said that three hours ago.""And now we're three hours closer." He shoots me a look. "Do you want to stop? Rest?"I do. Desperately. But we can't. We've heard wolves howling in the distance twice today. Someone is still hunting in this area, and I'd rather be on Kael's protected land when they catch up to us."No. Let's keep moving."We push on. The forest here is different - older trees, thicker undergrowth. The kind of wilderness t
Ivan's POVJason is falling apart in front of me and there's nothing I can do to stop it.We're in the private chambers my mother arranged for us after the negotiations broke for recess. Jason sits on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. He hasn't spoken since we left the meeting hall.I kneel in front of him, taking both his hands in mine."Talk to me," I say quietly."Weapons." His voice is hollow. "They wanted to turn omegas into weapons. Turn me into a weapon.""We don't know the full truth yet. That folder Garrett showed us could be fake, designed to manipulate the negotiations—""It's not fake." Jason finally looks at me. His eyes are red but dry, like he's gone beyond tears. "You saw your mother's face when she read it. She believed it."He's right. I did see my mother's reaction. The shock and disgust that crossed her face before she locked it down behind her political mask."Even if it's real, your parents' choices don't define you," I tell him. "You're not responsible fo
Jason's POVThree days. It's been three days since the battle started. Three days of constant work in the medical wing. Three days of blood and healing and trying to save everyone I can.Three days since I've seen Ivan.The ceasefire came yesterday. An uneasy truce while both sides negotiate and figure out what comes next. The fighting stopped, but the tension didn't. Everyone knows this is temporary. Everyone knows the war isn't over.But at least the wounded have stopped pouring in.I'm wrapping a bandage around a soldier's shoulder when I hear footsteps behind me. Heavy boots. Purposeful stride.I know those footsteps.I turn around and there he is. Ivan. He's covered in dirt and dried blood. His armor is dented in several places. There's a cut on his cheek that someone should have healed days ago but he probably ignored. He looks exhausted.But he's alive. He's here.Our eyes meet across the medical wing.For a moment, neither of us moves. Then I'm running toward him and he's ru
Avalon's POVThe cave goes back further than I expected. We follow it for maybe fifty feet before it opens into a small chamber. Not big, but enough space for both of us to lie down without touching.The howling outside has stopped. Either they moved on, or they're getting ready to search more carefully."We should rest," I whisper to Kaelen. "Take turns keeping watch."He nods in the darkness. I can barely see his outline.We don't have anything to make a fire with. Even if we did, the light would give away our position. So we settle into the cold darkness and try to rest."I'll take first watch," I offer."You're exhausted, Avalon. You've been weak for days—""Which is why I'll take first watch. I probably can't sleep anyway." I lower myself to sit with my back against the cave wall. "Get some rest, Kaelen. I'll wake you in a few hours."He hesitates, then finally lies down on the cave floor. Within minutes, his breathing evens out into sleep.But it's not peaceful sleep. He shifts
Kaelen's POVMy lungs burn. Every breath feels like swallowing fire. But I keep running.Behind us, the sounds of battle are finally fading. Explosions. Screaming. The clash of weapons. All of it growing distant as we push deeper into the forest.Avalon stumbles beside me. Again. I catch his arm before he can fall."I'm fine," he gasps out, but he's clearly not fine.He's been weak since I found him in that garden what feels like a lifetime ago. Cold, exhausted, probably hasn't eaten properly in days. And now we've been running for hours through rough terrain."Come on," I say, keeping my grip on his arm. "Just a little further. We need more distance."We push on. The forest is dark now. Night fell while we were running, making every step dangerous. Roots try to trip us. Low branches catch at our clothes and skin. But we can't stop. Not yet.Finally, when my legs feel like they might give out completely, I spot something. A rocky outcrop with what looks like a small cave entrance at i







