Lydia

Scent of What We Were

Eighteen years of carefully maintained friendship shatter in a single breath inside a fogged greenhouse when you Present as Omega — and your childhood best friend's eyes go dark gold with an Alpha's recognition. The suppressant vial is in your pocket. You have not reached for it. The lockdown alarm seals the door with a hydraulic click, and Elliot Voss — the boy who held your hand through every storm — is now the one storm you cannot outrun. Seventy-two hours. One vial. One truth neither of you has ever said out loud.