Page 131 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

“Okay. Well, maybe that would work… Would you want to go?” He’d implied it was hard for him too, to see them.

“Shatter, if you want to ruin that pack, I will be at your side every second. Sounds like Roxy will be too.”

“Okay. I mean, I’m not totally sure yet.” But I was going to emerge from here eventually, and every spare moment I’d had this week had been working on figuring out what had happened to Dusk and Umbra. It was therapeutic.

I hated them. It was new for me, to hate anyone that much, but their taunts, what they’d said about Umbra and Dusk while they were watching them being ruined—when one of their pack had died…

Vile sickness turned my stomach every time I thought of it.

Decebal had told me he’d get me secret articles as soon as he had some. I’d given him a list of topics I was most interested in.

“Only if you’re up for it,” he said. “You can change your mind as much as you—” He cut off at the sound of a strangled growl from Ransom in the kitchen behind us.

“Where thefuck?—?”

I spun on the couch to see him rifling through the cutlery drawer desperately before slamming it shut. On the kitchen island was a bowl of leftovers.

“What is going on?” Dusk asked.

“The… the cutlery… there’s no more…Argh.” He looked furious.

“Umbra reorganised it last night,” Dusk said.

“Umbra?”Ransom demanded. “That greedybastard,” he hissed under his breath, and then he was taking the stairs by threes.

We both watched him cross the landing and then bang on Umbra’s door loudly.

Umbra answered, and it was hard to hear them through angry hisses, but I swear I heard Umbra say something like:“Well you took the toaster oven.”

The… toaster oven? I glanced back to see that, sure enough, it was gone from the kitchen.

“I didnot,” Ransom’s voice rose with outrage.

Wait…The toaster oven?

The cutlery?

I froze, cheeks going bright pink as memories of me rifling through this kitchen and scent marking everything at random came floating back into my mind.

Oh dear…

Dusk was craning his neck and peering into the kitchen, clearly also noticing the vacant spot where the toaster oven had been.

“Here,” Umbra was saying. “Make it a deal: coin toss. You win, you get all the shit I took, I win, I get all the shit you took.”

There was a pause, then Ransom folded his arms. “Alright then.”

“Oh…”I reached out from the couch, but it was late.

“Tails.”

A minute later, Ransom (now a seething demon of alpha indignation in the bond) was hauling the huge toaster oven into Umbra’s room.

“Might as well bring the game consoles, too,” Umbra said, a smug grin on his face. “Since I assume we’ll be playing in here.”

“Fuckyou,” Ransom snarled.

“Shatter,” Dusk said, making me jump. “Do you haveanyidea what is going on?”

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