{"Omegas were supposed to be the peacekeepers, the calm in the storm, the ones who could soothe the savage beast."}
The wind changed just before we reached the summit of Sagstone Mountain. It carried the scent of something familiar, warm, wild, threaded with lavender and iron. I slowed my steps, instinct tightening in my chest. Freyr caught the shift immediately, his gaze flicking to mine with a silent question. I gave a small nod, and we knew that we were not alone. As we crested the last slope, the mouth of the mountain came into view and standing before it, arms folded and faces calm, were Rita and Flora.
I let out a quiet breath, something easing in me that I did not realize had been wound too tight.
"They're here," Freyr murmured beside me, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"They always are," I said softly.
Rita raised a brow as we approached. "You took your sweet time, Alpha."
