Nyx
The stares follow me before I even step fully into the yard. The morning sun hasn’t burned the mist off the grass yet, but every warrior has already gathered, forming neat rows for drills. Their voices are low when I appear at the edge.
Kaelen is just a step behind me. I can feel the weight of their gazes, some cautious, some sharp with suspicion. More than a few edges backward, as if my presence alone might infect them. The whispers are the loudest part.
“Cursed wolf. Reborn monster.”
“Not an omega anymore. Not safe.” The words cut deeper than the scars still healing across my chest, but I hold my chin high. I will not show them weakness. Not after what I have survived.
“Back to drills. Now,” Kaelen’s voice cuts through the silence, steady and firm. The sound of grunting men fi
