Chapter 63

• I did not request this, Darius.
• The words were a harsh whisper, torn from her throat. They stood in the center of the Cradle of Ancients, a ring of twisted rocks that pulsed with a gentle, otherworldly light. The air was thick with the stench of ancient power, of earth and blood and magic. Ash and his alphas stood a little ways off, their faces a mixture of fury and despair. Darius, his hand still tight in hers, merely smiled.
• "Destiny is not something one requests, Omega. It is something one orders. Your mother understood that," he replied, his eyes locked on the blood moon suspended in the heavens.