The morning sun had risen, casting a soft golden glow across the Voss estate as Jace zipped up his duffel bag, ready for the school field trip. The house was quiet, his parents already gone for the day, leaving the servants to bustle about with their usual efficiency.
One of them, a young man named Thomas, helped Jace carry his luggage to the car parked out front. Jace's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see his mother's name on the screen. He answered, balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he adjusted his jacket.
"Hey, Mom," he said, his tone light but tinged with the lingering frustration from his argument with Elias the night before.
"Jace, honey," Mrs Voss's voice was warm but firm. "You're heading out for the trip, right? Please keep an eye on Elias. Make sure he's okay and that no one bothers him. You know how things are for omegas."
