Mine to keep, mine to break
“You didn’t look surprised. Not by the Goddess. Not by the tri-bond. Not even by Kael.”
Slowly, Alpha Thane turned to face me.
Up close, I could see the lines carved into his face—marks of battles fought long before I was born, grief etched so deeply it had become part of him. His eyes, so like mine, searched my face as if weighing how much truth I could bear.
“I hoped I was wrong,” he said finally.
My wolf surged, ears flattening. Tell us.
“There are stories,” he continued, lowering his voice. “Old ones. Buried deliberately. About a convergence. A vessel born omega not to be ruled, but to rule balance itself.”
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