“Hello, Omega.” Malcolm sneers down at me, l*****g his lips.
“I have a name,” I hiss.
“Yeah, yeah, and you want us all to call you Luna, too. I remember. But that’s all over now. Your Alpha is about to lose his place, and then you’ll be nothing but a foolish Omega who thought she was better than she was.”
“What’s going on?” I look between Malcolm and the Rogers Lake Alpha, my head spinning. “Where’s Caleb? Is he okay?”
Malcolm shrugs. “He’s still alive, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“For now, at least,” laughs the Alpha. He seems to really be enjoying this, and I can see a cruel streak in him. It makes sense, now, why Caleb was so wary of him. He told me once that the Rogers Lake pack wasn’t welcome in Flagstaff, and that he didn’t trust them at all.
“That little necklace he gave
