Vixen stood silently in the dim antechamber, watching as the rescued girls slept fitfully on cots. She was alert and restless, adrenaline still coursing through her veins after the daring miracle she enjoyed earlier.
Lady Serena, a Matriarch in The Syndicates, entered and paused, taking in Vixen's tense form. "Still feeling wired from the getaway, sister?" she said knowingly. Her tone a blend of understanding and steel. "I've been there. Come, walk with me, it'll help."
Wary but intrigued, Vixen fell in step beside the imposing woman. The air was heavy with unsaid words.
As they walked, Serena gestured expansively, painting a dark history. "Welcome to our empire, carved from blood and vengeance. Pain turned to power. Every woman here was failed by men, family or society, abandoned and abused. Together we've aligned, molding a powerful family."
She gave Vixen's shoulder a firm squeeze. "I see your strength, daughter. The worst is behind you now."
