The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 42

Chapter Forty Two

I didn't know when exhaustion had overtaken me, but I must have fallen asleep amidst the comforting scent of Mariah. The weight of grief was too heavy, and sleep had claimed her as an escape,

When I woke, the room was shrouded in an unnatural stillness. A coll draft brushed over my skin, and I realized I wasn't alone.

I turned my head, and there, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Mariah.

But it wasn't the Mariah I remembered.

Her clothes were torn and bloodied, her chest grotesquely ripped open as though her heart had been torn from her body. Blood smeared her face, and her once gentle eyes were clouded over, lifeless.

“Mariah?” I whispered, my voice trembling. I sat up, reaching out tentatively, my fingers shaking.

sorrowful smile. "You let me die, Stormi," she said,

my head vehemently. "No, Mariah, I'm so sorry Please forgive me. I didn't

twisting into something colder, darker. "Now You have

I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. "Please, Mariah.

distorting unnaturally. She threw her head back,

It wasn't Mariah's laugh.

was the same malevolent laugh I had heard

room began to shift and writhe, coiling around Mariah like living tendrils. Suddenly, her body

massive, wolfish shadow. It loomed over me, its red eyes glowing like

shadow leaned closer, its maw stretching

it hissed, its voice a sinister blend of whispers and growls. "You

in its cold, suffocating darkness.I screamed as I woke, my body trembling violently.

"Stormi! Stormi, wake up!"