THE RALLYThe fire in the center of the camp flickered low, sending orange light dancing across the faces of the Omegas. They were tired. I could see it in the way they slumped their shoulders and the way they held their bowls of thin soup. These were the people the world had thrown away. The ones who weren't strong enough, fast enough, or high-born enough to matter.

I stood near the edge of the light, watching them. My heart was still heavy from what I’d seen on the ridge. Every time I looked ...