The Omega Mated To The Four

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I stopped running when I reached the clearing, my breath ragged as my glowing

fur dimmed faintly. My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, each one more suffocating than the last.

Mariah's revelation echoed in my mind.

"He was your father... your mother ended her life..."

I sank to the ground, my massive paws sinking into the soft earth as tried to process the revelation. How was I supposed to forgive her? Could I even try? And what did this all mean for me? For my destiny?

The woods were eerily silent, the usual symphony of crickets and rustling leaves absent. It was as if the forest itself was holding its breath.

Then I felt it.

The air shifted, growing heavy and oppressive. The light from my glowing fur flickered faintly, like a dying candle, as an unnatural darkness began to creep into the clearing. It wasn't like a normal shadow. This darkness was alive, swirling and writhing like a living entity. It absorbed every sliver of light around it, creating a void that made the glowing edges of my fur stand out in stark

contrast.

A sense of dread crept over me, seeping into my bones. My ears flattened, and my tail tucked instinctively as the darkness stopped just at the edge of my glow. It didn't cross the boundary, as if it couldn't-or wouldn't.

Then, I heard it.

A laugh.

something sinister and chilling. It was a sound that didn't just raise the fur on my

my skin and settled deep in

voice drawled, not aloud

source, but

though my voice trembled, betraying the fear that

eyes appeared in the darkness. They were piercing, almost

with malice so intense it felt like it could

thought I felt the goddess's power," the voice said mockingly. "So you're

claws digging into the ground for some semblance of stability. "Who are you?" I managed to

their intensity washing over me. You already know me," the voice purred, sinister and smooth. "I

shiver down my spine, and I stumbled back

I'd gotten rid of your kind," the voice continued, venom dripping from every word. "But here you are, a Silver Wolf,

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lightning, and my

red eyes narrowed, and the sinister laugh returned, softer this time but no fess chilling. "Very good, little

fur, and my legs trembled under its weight. The oppressive energy felt like it was crushing me, draining every ounce of

out your light," the Shadow Weaver hissed. “Just like I did with the rest of your kind. There will be no Silvermoon Line left when I'm through with

I felt myself begin to falter, my glow dimming further.

the pain. Give

of her presence was crushing, but something within me some tiny