Henry laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. “Oh, I think you know. For years, my father, Alpha Vorlag, was... fond of you. Very fond. So fond, in fact, that he blessed you with a son. An Alpha blooded son.”
He pointed a thick finger at Rhys, who was now standing near the platform, a strange, triumphant look on his face. “Rhys Veridian! Or should I say, Rhys Kaelen! My half brother!” My mind reeled. Rhys? Vorlag’s son? That’s why he never felt like one of us. Why he resented Papa. Why his eyes were that cold, pale blue....like the old Alpha’s. “It’s true, isn’t it, Juliet?” Henry pressed, his voice like a whip. “Alfred Veridian knew. He knew he was raising another wolf’s pup. A TRUE Alpha’s pup.” Mama was shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. “No.... Vorlag...he forced me—Alfred knew, yes, but he loved Rhys. He loved me..” “Love?” Henry spat. “An Omega loving an Alpha’s son? He was hiding him! Defying the natural order! And you, Juliet, you birthed a cuckoo in an Omega nest!” “Alfred did nothing wrong!” Mama cried. “He’s a good man!” “He was a fool!” Henry roared. “And a traitor for hiding Alpha blood! As for you, Juliet, your crime is clear. And for your daughter..” His eyes, cold and pitiless, landed on me. “She is the daughter of a traitorous Omega and a woman who lay with an Alpha. Her blood is tainted. Unclean.” “No!” I choked out. This couldn’t be happening. “Rhys!” Henry called out. “Your loyalties. Where do they lie? With this.... Family??” He gestured dismissively at Mama and Papa. “Or with your true blood? With your Alpha brother?” Rhys stepped forward. He looked at Mama, then at Papa, his face hard. Then he turned to Henry and knelt. “With you, Alpha Henry. My true brother. My true pack.” A wave of nausea hit me. Betrayal, so absolute, so cold, it stole my breath. My own brother. Mama let out a sob, a broken sound that tore through me. “Good,” Henry said, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Then you will understand why justice must be served. Alfred Veridian, for harboring Alpha blood and defying pack law, is sentenced to death.” “NO!” Mama screamed. Two guards moved towards Papa. He lifted his head, his eyes finding mine. Even through the pain, there was love there. A desperate, heartbreaking love. “Juliet Veridian,” Henry continued, his voice devoid of any emotion. “For your deceit and for tainting the pack with your questionable loyalties..death.” My world shattered. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. This was a nightmare. “And Selena Veridian,” Henry said, his gaze locking onto me. “Daughter of traitors. Her existence is an insult. She too will die.” The guards started to untie Papa. He was too weak to struggle. One of them drew a long, wicked-looking knife. I saw Mama lunge, a desperate, wild cry tearing from her throat. “Not him! Take me, not him!” It happened so fast. The flash of steel. Mama’s cry cut short. She fell. A dark stain spread on the ground beneath her. “MAMA!” The word was ripped from my soul, a raw, agonizing sound. I tried to fight, to get to her, to Papa, but the guard holding me was too strong. I thrashed, kicked, bit, but it was useless. Then another flash of steel. Papa slumped against the post, silent. Dead. They were dead. My kind, gentle Papa. My loving Mama. Murdered. Right in front of me. And Rhys ..he just stood there. Watching. His face impassive. A cold, dark rage, colder than any winter, filled me. It choked out the grief, the terror. It was a living thing inside me, clawing its way up. I stopped struggling. I went still. Henry was saying something, his voice distant. Something about cleansing the pack. About my execution. I didn’t care. All I could see were their faces. Mama. Papa. And Rhys. My silent scream was trapped inside me, a promise of vengeance that burned hotter than any fire. They would pay. Henry would pay. And Rhys...Rhys would suffer most of all. I didn’t know how. I was just an Omega girl, declared a traitor, about to die. But as they dragged me away, towards the river, I made a vow. I would survive somehow.... And I would have my revenge.A supply convoy ambushed, its guards vanished without a trace. Small acts of sabotage, creating chaos, sowing fear among Henry’s loyalists. Austin was a master at psychological warfare, dismantling Henry’s power base one terrified whisper, one “unfortunate accident” at a time. One evening, he returned to our cave later than usual. He looked. tired. A rare sight. There was a fresh scratch on his cheekbone, already healing. “Rough night?” I asked, handing him a waterskin. He took a long drink, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Let’s just say one of Valerius’s lieutenants won’t be reporting for duty tomorrow.” He met my gaze, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something raw, something ancient and predatory in his eyes. “The fear is spreading, Freckles. They’re starting to feel the noose tighten.” “Good,” I said, my own cold satisfaction mirroring his. “Lisa has made contact with a few more Omegas. They’re scared, but they’re willing to help. They’re tired of living
The hours until evening crawled by .I moved through the Omega sector, my old stomping grounds. The fear and despair were palpable, thicker than the ever-present dampness. I saw faces I remembered – old Nina, who used to give me sweet berries, now looked frail and broken.Young ones, their eyes already dull with hopelessness. And Dante....I saw Dante scurrying through a passageway, his face pale and haunted. He didn’t see me. Good. His fear was a tool I’d use later. I listened. To the hushed whispers in the food lines. To the muttered complaints in the mending caves.the discontent was there, a simmering pot threatening to boil over. But so was the fear. Henry and Valerius had a tight grip. As dusk settled, casting the cavern city into even deeper shadow, I made my way to the moss garden. It was as Lisa had described , overgrown, a little sad, but still holding a whisper of its former peace. She was already there, a small, anxious figure huddled on a stone bench. “Thank you for com
The hiding spot Austin had secured for us was a damp, forgotten storage cave carved deep into the lower levels of the pack’s warren, not far from the Omega sector I knew so well. It smelled of old roots and desperation. It wasn’t the luxurious prison of his mansion, but it felt more real. More like the precipice of a war. We’d been here two days now, moving only under the deepest cover of night, Austin vanishing for hours at a time to meet with his contacts or, as he vaguely put it, ‘rearrange some of Henry’s furniture’ I knew that meant something far more sinister. “You’re thinking too loud, Freckles,” Austin’s voice rumbled from the shadows near the cave entrance. He’d been gone most of the previous night, and the faint, metallic scent of old blood clung to him, quickly masked by the earthy smell of the cave. He never elaborated on where he went or what he did, and I never asked. Our bargain was clear : he handled the overt destruction; I handled the subtle infiltration. “Jus
His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. He knew. He knew I wasn’t just some random Omega. He didn’t recognize my face, but something in my voice, in my eyes, in the way I said his name.... it struck a chord of fear. “I...I don’t know what you mean,” he stammered, his gaze darting around nervously. “Oh, I think you do,” I purred, taking a step closer. My smile didn’t waver. “I think you remember every knot you tied, every stone you hefted. Details, Dante. Details matter, don’t they?” I let my gaze drop to his hands, then back to his terrified face. “And I have a very, very good memory for details.” He was pale now, trembling slightly. He knew. He might not know WHO I was, but he knew I was someone who remembered his specific cruelties. “The river....it gives back its secrets sometimes, doesn’t it?” I continued, my voice a silken threat. “And those secrets can be quite vengeful.” I leaned in a little closer, my smile widening, becoming almost beatific. Psychotic, Austin might have c
A wave of grief, so sharp it almost buckled my knees, washed over me. It looked even smaller, more dilapidated than I remembered. The windows were dark, empty. A place of ghosts. Of pain. “Selena?” Austin’s voice was soft beside me. He’d felt it, of course. The bond. “It’s...nothing,” I choked out, turning away from the sight. I couldn’t look at it. Not yet. “It’s not nothing ” he said, his hand briefly touching my arm. “It’s a reminder of why we’re here.” His gentleness, that unexpected softness, it almost broke me. But I couldn’t break. Not now. I took a deep breath, pushing the grief down, letting the cold rage surface. “You’re right. It’s a reminder.” We moved on, deeper into the warren of tunnels and dwellings. The air here was thicker, staler, heavy with the scent of fear and oppression. I could feel the eyes on us, unseen watchers in the shadows. The pack was on edge. “There,” Austin said, nodding towards a dimly lit alcove where a lone figure was sweeping, his movements
He led the way down into the valley, the roar of the falls growing louder, drowning out all other sound. The air was thick with mist, clinging to us, soaking our clothes. We reached the base of the falls, a maelstrom of churning water and deafening noise. “The entrance is behind the main cascade, about halfway up.” Austin yelled over the roar. “There’s a ledge, usually slick with moss. We’ll need to climb. The spray will cover our scent, mostly.” Climbing the wet, slippery rocks beside a thundering waterfall was terrifying. My fingers, raw and aching, scrabbled for purchase. The spray blinded me, the noise disoriented me. But Austin was there, a dark shape just ahead, his presence a strange sort of reassurance. He moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, as if daring the elements to defy him. He found the ledge, a narrow, treacherous path hidden behind the curtain of water. It led into a dark, damp tunnel that smelled of wet rock and something wolf. The scent was strong