BRIGID'S POV

The Omegas guarding the doorway flinched as I approached. Their hands twisted together, eyes darting between each other before settling on me with the trapped look of prey.

"Luna Brigid..." One finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper. "It's not your week."

I let my lips curve upward, not quite reaching my eyes. "Then stop me." The silence stretched between us. "Go on. Try."

Their shoulders slumped in defeat as they stepped aside. The heavy oak doors groaned as I pushed through ...