{"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies."}
The sun was rising by the time we emerged from the Sanctuary, and the stone doors closed behind us with a sound like finality, not an ending, but a sealing. I looked back once. The hearthstone still pulsed behind those walls. Fenrath's howl still echoed in my blood. Spark reached for my hand without a word, our fingers clasping like instinct. No one had spoken yet, but I could feel it in the threads of the bond; he knew something in me had changed.
We did not return home. Not yet and instead, messengers found us halfway down the cliffside path, breathless and pale-faced. The Coven Council had been summoned. Emergency session. No delay. Full circle attendance. Spark demanded from the guards to know what had happened, and they informed us that I was being challenged since the Bay Shifter pack had learnt that I was an Omega, and even so, the Guardians of the Omegas.
