Nyx
I thought I’d left her behind. Talia. The sound rolled off the guard’s tongue casually, like she was any other transfer from the outside packs, any other body shuffled into Kaelen’s ranks for coins or political favor.
But the moment my ears caught it, my stomach turned to stone. Not a ranked wolf. Not someone with power. Just another omega. One of us. We scrubbed the same floors, served the same masters. But she was never satisfied with being caged beside me.
She needed someone weaker, someone to grind her heel into so she could feel taller. That someone was always me. And now, only days after I’d last seen her smirking in the kitchens of my old pack house. The doors to the training gym hissed open, and there she was.
The same delicate nose and perfect posture, like she had been
