The Rogue Kings I
Pulling up my phone, I texted Silas.
‘I might do some meddling with the fates.’
Once I sent it, I set my phone down and turned it on silent.
“So how do we start?” Charles asked and I smiled.
Taking a deep breath, I looked past the two of them. “Charles, how familiar are you with Omegas?”
Sam froze for a second and looked at Charles. Charles closed his eyes for a moment and crossed his arms.
“I am aware there are four main genes of wolves, as well as hodgepodge of just garden variety wolves.” I laughed at his analogy but let him continue. “You have Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Omega. Everyone else that doesn’t fall into that ends up being just normal.”