The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

The pack house loomed ahead as Elijah pulled into the driveway, the jeep's tires crunching over gravel. My stomach twisted uneasily. I wanted to run, to escape whatever awaited me inside, but the presence of the four boys ensured I had no choice but to follow.

As we stepped through the heavy oak doors, a wave of unfamiliar energy washed over me, sending a shiver down my spine. The air felt heavier, charged with something... otherworldly.

Seated in the center of the living room was an old woman, her hair white as wool, cascading around her like a veil. Her presence was striking, yet somehow comforting. She tuthed her sharp, knowing eyes toward me, and a warm, almost reverent smile spread across her wrinkled face.

"You must be Stormi," she said softly, her voice carrying a melodic quality that seemed to echo in my chest.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yes."

The woman stood, moving toward me with a grace that belied her age.

"I never thought I'd see the day," she murmured, her gaze raking over me with wonder. "A silver wolf... alive. It's been so long since your kind walked this world."

I shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Mariah for reassurance.

"It's okay Stormi," Mariah said gently, stepping closer to me.

The woman nodded, her expression softening. "Of course. I didn't mean to startle you, my dear."

She paused, her gaze turning inquisitive. "May I see your wolf?"

I froze, my pulse quickening. The idea of shifting in front of strangers, of exposing that part of myself, made my skin crawl.

I began, but Mariah placed

of wand on fe here:

okay, Stormi,” she said soothingly. "You're

expression was open, genuine, and there was a spark of something in her eyes-hope,

surface. The shift was quicker this time, and less painful, and when I opened my eyes again, I felt the cool wood floor beneath my paws. The woman gasped

you're magnificent," she

down, reaching a hand toward me but stopping short. "May

toward

nodded, her smile

the woman to touch my fur Her fingers were warm and gentle as they trailed over my silver coat,

true," she murmured. "You are

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mix of pride and uneate

I pulled back,

to shift

shirt and sweatpants

said, handing them to

shot him a glare.

smirked, unbothered.

me the clothes, and I padded toward the hallway

Elis gestured toward the