C28 What Lingers in the Dark

The scent of blood still clung to the packhouse walls. No matter how many times the Omegas scrubbed or how wide they left the windows open, it lingered. Metallic. Bitter. Wrong.

I hadn’t slept. I Couldn’t. Not after what happened.

Rogues inside my territory. Inside my home.

That wasn’t coincidence it was betrayal.

The healers told me she was going to be ok, that the wound wasn’t fatal