"Chains break easier than spirit. You can bind the wrists, silence the voice, bury the name, but power waits. And when it rises, no key nor lock will matter."
I had seenmany wolves in chains. Most were broken before you even touched the locks, but this one, this Omega wolf, stood as though the shackles were mere decorations, trinkets to keep others comfortable. She did not cower but smirked and waited.
And behind me, Gavriel muttered under his breath, "I don't like this."
"You don't like anything," Rell shot back, his tone as dry as old parchment. "You'd probably complain if the Moon Goddess herself descended in silk robes."
"Don't put words in my mouth," Gavriel snapped. "I'd only complain if she brought you with her."
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Brothers. In a dungeon. In front of a caged Omega who looked like she was plotting the kingdom's funeral, I could not have picked a worse audience.
