I fled my home and my cruel sister, who also happened to be queen. In my homeland, omegas are not celebrated. They are persecuted.
So I, a bookworm far more comfortable in a dusty library than on any road, set out with two beta guards I had come to trust.
My quest was simple and impossible, driven by what could only be called an obsession: I wanted to see a griffin. Then, finally, I would live out my days in peace. Only events did not go to plan.
I did not account for three griffins with very strong opinions about who I belong to. They have decided—unanimously, annoyingly—that the answer is them.
