First message
She felt him.
Power. Status. Confusion.
He didn’t know what he was. Raised among humans. He reeked of them.
Thalia snorted, clearing the useless scents from her nose, and climbed onto the roof.
She saw him.
Sevar’s nephew.
He didn’t even know what bloodline he belonged to.
He was following his Omega’s scent like something possessed.
Thalia growled.
His impatience was growing. He was close. Almost there.
Kill her.
But first, make him accept what he was.