Cherish Me, Daddy
The silence of the house felt suffocating.
We spent the next several hours under the flickering light of oil lamps, scouring the oldest archives—leather-bound tomes that disintegrated under our touch. For once, the elder council has a purpose other than to nag me in marrying Caden. It was there, hidden in a charcoal-stained scroll from the Era of First Shifters, that we found the confirmation.
“The Purest Omega,” I read aloud, my voice trembling, “is the vessel of the Enigma. To bond with them is to ascend beyond the limitations of wolf-kind. A child born of such a union shall hold the power to command the very shifting of the stars.”