"Truth does not knock; it claws its way out, tearing through silence until the world cannot pretend any longer."
3RD POV
The royal council chamber was not built for silence, yet silence was what reigned. The heavy doors had closed, sealing in a storm that refused to move. The flicker of torches clawed across stone walls, their flames dancing in restless agitation, as if the very fire knew what had just been revealed. Two Omega wolves who should not have existed in the same breath, let alone in the same kingdom.
Maelis Crane sat stiffly in his councilor's chair; his fingers pressed so tightly together the knuckles blanched white. For all his years, all his careful maneuvering through thrones and wars, never had he foreseen this. Elias Blackthornesoft-spoken, sharp-eyed, the boy he had dismissed as little more than Alaric's distraction was no ordinary Omega. He was one half of a pair, his twin's arrival shaking the kingdom like an earthquake.
