The Omega's Redemption.
“Then I’ll start tomorrow.”
I stepped off the porch and began walking toward the gathering hall. The moon followed my steps, pale and watching.
“You know,” I said without turning, “if you ever truly want redemption, Kian… it starts with silence. With listening.”
Behind me, I heard him say nothing. Good.
I didn’t need promises anymore.
I needed proof.
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By the time I reached the hall, I found Alpha Vaughn speaking with Mira, the healer’s daughter. She was dusted in ash, her apron stained with blood that didn’t belong to her. Her eyes were hollow. We’d all lost something in this war.