Ember
Fuck. f**k. f**k! I know that voice. It belongs to an omega named Carla who takes care of the laundry and uses this path frequently to get to and from the packhouse and her own home.
“Where might our traitors have gone?!” Kendrik asks, his voice filled with annoyance and anger.
“Th-there is a path we omegas take to do our job qu-quickly and efficiently,” Carla stutters. “Em-Ember used it frequently and knows the path better th-than any of us.”
A snarl so loud shakes the bushes on either side of us, and I take this as our cue to leave. Now that the path has been made known to Kendrik, it’s only a matter of time before they sniff us out.
Sensing my urgency, Matias and Glinda follow after me as I quietly run toward the closest exit of the pathway. If we’re lucky, Carla will take Ke
