"Are we going to fight them?" Heather whispered, grasping for hope the way only a teenager caught in a geopolitical disaster could. "You know… the power of friendship?"
Chris huffed a quiet breath that might have been a laugh in a kinder moment.
"More like the power of dominants," he murmured instead.
Heather blinked at him, perplexed for a heartbeat, before the air turned colder and her breath became a floating cloud. He clasped her hands over her mouth in an attempt to conceal it from those following them.
His scent didn't spike in the normal omega instinctive response. Instead, it sank downward, seeping into gravel, earth, roots, hedges, and stone. It clung and settled like frost crawling across glass.
For a terrifying heartbeat, nothing happened.
The dampener held strong.
If Chris were a normal omega, that would have been the end of it.
'Good,' Chris thought, calm in that way that felt almost cruel to the situation. 'I've never been ordinary.'
