Elder Iris POV
I slammed my walking stick against the cave wall three times, the old wood ringing like a bell. The sound cut through the chaos, causing everyone to freeze as my omega authority filled the space.
"Enough!" I ordered, my voice carrying power that most had forgotten omegas could wield. "While you argue about vampires and transformations, the real war is starting outside this cave."
Through the dimensional rifts that baby Emma had accidentally opened, I could see things the others missed. My seventy years of life had taught me to look beyond the obvious, and what I saw made my old bones ache with fear.
Three versions of Marcus weren't the worst thing coming through those tears in reality.
