Clarke was alone in the cave. She'd left Arkadia after the mountain. She'd rescued Lexa's people, even returned Anya to her. She still bore the scar on her midsection where she'd taken the bullet for her. The Arkers had shot at the Grounder warrior before finding out that she'd escaped with Clarke. Still, despite all that Lexa had abandoned her. Left her in the mountain to kill the innocents. To watch as their skin burned. Clarke fell asleep sobbing to herself; the fur that she had taken from the mates she left behind in Polis the only think separating her from the hard rocky ground. The Omega was torn. Her true mates had abandoned her and her people to die but she still craved their comforting strong arms around her.
Meanwhile in Polis the two Alphas paced in worry for their mate. Through their bond they could feel her distress but through months of searching they still could not find her. Suddenly there was a bang on the door. Both Alphas stopped and looked up. Anya stood in front of her Heda; ready to guard her in case of attack. "Enter" the Heda commanded.
The doors flung open, the Beta scouts she had sent in search of Clarke rushing in. "Heda, osir don found Wanheda."
She looked to her mate, their eyes full of hopeful worry. Would their mate even accept them again if they did get to her in time. "Teik osir kom her"she ordered.
The trek to the cave was long. Anya and Lexa shared many worried glances as the journey went on, barely stopping to rest or eat. They were skirting along the border of the Ice Nation. They knew if their soul mate was taken by Azgeda it would be the end of them. It had nearly killed Lexa when Costia was returned to her piece by piece. That night as they approached the cave they felt Clarke's distress grow; almost drowning them in worry. Her warriors stopped when they reached the cave, entrance almost completely hidden from view. "Wanheda ste hir" he pointed.
Anya and Lexa signaled them to stay at the entrance knowing that the more warriors there were the more startled their mate would be. Anya stayed in front of her Heda, stopping suddenly as she saw the Azgeda warrior standing over their sleeping mate with his sword, poised to strike.
