The Alpha Who Lost the Moon
Nyra’s POV
The safe house is tucked in the forest three miles from the summit grounds.
I arrive after midnight, using paths only those who've lived in shadows would know. The building is small, unremarkable, the kind of place wolves pass without noticing. Perfect.
Inside, twelve omegas wait.
They sit in a loose circle, some on chairs, others on the floor. Every single one watches the door like prey tracking a predator. When I enter, several flinch.
I hate that reflex. Hate what it says about what they've endured.