The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 44

The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Forty Four

A week had passed, but the grief still clung to mi like a heavy shroud I thought of Mariah constantly-her laughter, her warmth, her strength. Every memory felt like a dagger twisting in my heart, and though I tried to stay strong, tears would come at the most unexpected moments.

My mates had moved into the cabin, refusing to leave my side. Though their presence was overwhelming at times, it also gave me a sense of comfort I hadn't realized I needed. They took care of everything-cooking, cleaning, and even reminding me to eat.

That afternoon, the twins, Alex and Austin, had prepared lunch. I ha discovered during our time together that both of them were surprisingly good cooks, their banter and competitive energy making every meal an event.

"Soup again?” I teased, eyeing the steaming bowls they set on the table.

"Not just soup," Austin declared, holding up a spoon like it was a sword. This is culinary artistry."

Alex rolled his eyes. “It's chicken noodle soup, Stormi. Don't let him fool you."

I chuckled softly, the sound startling even myself. It felt good, even just for a moment, to feel like things might be okay again.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke the calm as Eira appeared at the door. She was as poised and commanding as ever, her piercing gaze scanning the room before settling on me.

"May I come in?" Eira asked, her voice gentle yet firm.

I nodded, standing to greet her. "Of course."

I stepped inside, her presence immediately filling the space. "Stormi, we need to talk."

stomach twisted. "What

moment before speaking.

room grew heavy, the levity from lunch disappearing in an instant. "They

the full

frequent and less

heart sank. The memory of the shadowy creatures tearing through our pack resurfaced, and I clenched my fists. "What can

do?"

at me. "It's time

"I... I don't even know where to begin. I don't know how to find it."

for as long as I can remember, a riddle. Could it have something to do with

a small smile.

furrowed my brow, trying to recall the words. After a moment, I began

the ancient Willow's

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Chapter Forty Four

shadow where

moonlit lake,

hidden in ripples,

the night,

in the pack's sacred

the ancient forest,

to follow, a

where stars align, Celestial convergence,