With a quick clap of my father’s hands, a few of the Omegas are taking down the drapery that’s artfully scattered on the branches of the surrounding trees. The candles are untouched, and at the shrine, the fire is being re-lit. Elijah retreats and kneels next to me.
“Anything I need to know? Humming, chanting? Sacrifices? When do you guys pull out that ceremonial chalice of the blood of an ancient enemy?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, babe,” I whisper over to him. “I’ve never been to one of these, my dad’s been the Alpha for as long as I can remember.”
“I thought you’d met your grandfather?”
“I did, he died when I was ten, why?”
“Well when did your father become the Alpha?”
“I think about a year before I was born,” I reply, as there is a rustling sound coming from the treeline arou
