"Over here," Jamie waved me over.
I lifted my hand in response, weaving carefully through the crowd of omegas gathered in the hall. The space felt warm despite the cold pressing in from outside, voices overlapping softly, laughter and conversation filling the room in a way that felt almost unreal after everything I had been through.
It had been two months since the incident.
Two months since everything had shattered and been stitched back together into something unfamiliar. Silas was gone—sent out of the pack, erased, never to be seen again. His name was rarely spoken now, as if saying it aloud might summon something dark back into existence. For everyone else, life had continued. For me, time had slowed, stretched, and warped into something heavy.
