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If it was the fact I was gold pack, what would that mean?
I realised it didn’t worry me.
A breath released from my lungs, something pent up, building since the moment I’d run from Eric.
They could see me. They could see my scars, my eyes, and my bond.
They had, and so had everyone else.
I wore every insecurity on display, and I was still in one piece.
The world hadn’t fallen apart.
The only thing the Lincoln pack didn’t yet know was that I was their scent match.
That could wait for now as I settled in. Content to watch the dancers on the floor, and the many groups that flitted about, even if I could still feel a thousand gazes flickering my way. I knew the chatter would repeat my name, would paint a picture that wasn’t true, and that was okay, because that was mine, too.
A weapon I could use.
With the scents around me, I had nothing to hide from anymore.
I had my best friend, I had my pack, and it was everything I’d ever dreamed of.
UMBRA
Vandle was a loose end that the Institute had left alive.
The clear reason for that was staring us in the face.
The alpha in the cage we’d reached was tall and slender, but right now he was curled up in his bed, eyes staring sightlessly at the wall. I knew he was prone to violence at the slightest provocation. During our last visit, he’d nearly taken out Dusk’s eye.
That time, he hadn’t said a word.
He was the only alpha we knew of who’d ended up back here after being in the experimentations. The best we could tell, he was part of the early trials—which had failed, and somehow he’d escaped.
He might never have been caught, except he’d returned to the facility after it was shut down. He’d returned when the Institute had taken over and continued a different set of experiments on omegas.
He’d sabotaged them, and now we knew that meant hewas the reason for Shatter’s curse.
The reason she’d been injected with Atropa’s Poison.
Whatever they’d done to sedate him after that, it had been the last nail in the coffin. His sanity had cracked, and instead of killing him, they’d thrown him back in this cell.
A fate worse than death for most.
He knew things that even the Institute didn’t—that was Decebal’s theory. They didn’t want to end his life, in case the information he had ever became crucial for them to know. But in the meantime, he posed no threat.
At least, they didn’t think so.
I stepped up to the thick bars, releasing my aura into the space.
Vandle flinched, eyes snapping to me, but he didn’t move.
“Careful,” Decebal murmured.
I waited for a long moment. Finally, Vandle shifted. He placed his feet carefully on the ground, sitting up, head cocked as he stared at me. Every movement was slow and deliberate.
His face was gaunt, skin pale and sickly. His clothes were baggy and worn, and his eyes bloodshot.
