The morning air was thick with fog and dread when I made my way toward the Alpha's quarters. Every step I took echoed in the cold corridor, the scent of polish and pine needles filling my lungs. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I adjusted the hem of my plain grey dress the same kind worn by every omega, only this one suddenly felt too thin, too fragile against the world I was walking into.
The guards stationed at the entrance didn't say a word when I approached. Their eyes flicked to me, then away, as though afraid to linger. One of them stepped forward and opened the heavy double doors without a sound.
And that was when it happened.
Before I could even take a single step inside, a blur of pale movement darted past me. A girl no, a shadow of one stumbled out of the Alpha's quarters, her bare feet hitting the cold marble like a drumbeat of panic.
It was Rose.
