Chapter 36

• "You are out of line, Omega Mooncrest!" Theon Vale's voice trembled with rage that resonated the very rafters of the Council Hall. He slammed his gavel so hard that the resound echoed through the stunned quiet. "This is a matter of pack law and criminal justice, not a public forum for complaints by Omegas!"
• Rhea stood firm, her chest thudding, but somehow a calm had descended on her. She looked at the faces in the hall—the frightened young Omegas in the back, the incredulous Alphas, the fretting betas. She saw the eye of Marla Fenwick, who nodded slightly, hardly perceptibly. She saw Zane's encouraging smirk, Kai's steady, unblinking gaze, Blaze's merciless, demanding glare, and Ash's fierce, commanding one that gave her a silent permission to continue.
• This wasn't about Blaze. This was about all of it. About her mother. About the journal. About every scared Omega who had ever been told to shut up.