The TV flashed to life, filling the room with footage of people packed tightly together in the streets.
For a moment, I didn't understand what I was seeing. The screen was full of movement—bodies pressed together, banners raised high, voices overlapping into a loud.
"We're currently at the capital of Novaterra," the reporter said over the noise, her voice raised slightly. "And the situation here is intense. Hundreds—possibly thousands—of omegas have taken to the streets in protest."
My chest tightened. I shifted slightly in the hospital bed, my fingers curling into the thin blanket covering my legs. The word protest echoed in my head, heavy and unreal. I had heard Soren and Jamie talk about it, but hearing it out loud—seeing it—made it feel different.
The camera panned over the crowd, showing waves of people holding signs and chanting. Omegas stood shoulder to shoulder.
