The Captive Luna
The troubling evidence of missing omegas only raised more alarming questions.
Across the camp, Delta sat near the fire, eyes closed in meditation as he communed with his wolf spirit, seeking insights. Marco and Zoe were off checking the perimeter traps for any activity during the night. Vitale had tried to sleep earlier, but gave up after fitful hours of staring into darkness.
With a frustrated sigh, he walked over to crouch beside Delta. The other man opened his eyes, calm and present.
"Any progress in your spirit journey?" Vitale asked without much hope. Their physical efforts had yet to produce results, so he doubted the mystical path would prove more fruitful.
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