The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega
“My King, the air on the road smells… wrong. Sweet and..well, rotting. Two vendors have already collapsed in the south lane, one with vomiting only, and the other convulsing violently. The patrol saw an odd sort of shimmer over the lanterns, then it was gone. They described it as if the air moved on its own…which I know sounds vague and ridiculous, but it’s what they reported. The dogs won’t go anywhere near it either.”
Nolan’s head tilted a fraction. He didn’t need to meet my eyes. We both knew what this meant.
The message had given it no label, but I gave it one through our mind link to both Jeremiah and Nolan.
“So an Anomaly then, at the capital gates, and from the sounds of it, it’s toxi