The Omega Mated To The Four

The Alpha Bond 93

Chapter Ninety Three

The library was eerily silent, the scent of old parchment and candle wax thick in the air. Rows upon rows of towering bookshelves loomed around me, the dim glow of enchanted lanterns casting flickering shadows across the ancient stone walls.

I sat at one of the long wooden tables, a single piece of parchment spread before me. The riddle.

I had written it down, but no matter how many times I read the words, I couldn't grasp its full meaning.

Whispers from the ancient Willow's boughs,

In a cavern's shadow where history allows.

By the moonlit lake, reflections guide,

Symbols hidden in ripples, where secrets abide,

Guardians of the night, statues stand tall,

Midnight echoes in the pack's sacred hall.

Within the ancient forest, the howls reveal, A path to follow, a destiny to unseal.

At the mountaintop ruins where stars align,

Celestial convergence, a gateway to find.

Decipher these riddles, a cosmic quest,

To the Moonlit Nexus, where the Keystone rests.

I tapped my fingers against the wooden table, frustration creeping up my spine. The words made sense on their own, but strung together like this, they were maddening.

Was it a set of instructions? A prophecy? Or just another layer of deception meant to throw us off?

I let out a slow, exhausted sigh. "What does it mean?" I muttered under my breath, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Still trying to figure it out?"

I jumped at the sudden voice, my head snapping up to see Isaiah and Austin standing in the doorway.

Isaiah's expression was unreadable, his sharp silver eyes flickering to the parchment in front of me. Austin, on the other hand, looked smug as he strode toward the table.

"You've been at this all morning, haven't you?" Austin pulled out a chair and sat next to me, glancing at the riddle with mild curiosity.

I didn't bother denying it. "It doesn't make sense," I admitted, rubbing my temple,

"I feel like I'm looking at a puzzle with half the pieces missing.

Isaiah walked over and ant

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the Keystone by now."

That didn't make me feel any better. "I thought maybe breaking it down line by line would help, but..."

it's just words," Isaiah finished for me, leaning back slightly in his

hand. "Maybe is

sigh. "Then we're

stared at the parchment, as if sheer willpower could force the riddle to reveal its secrets. But the ink remained unchanged, the words

against the wooden table. "Alright. Let's go through it again. First line-Whispers from the

him a dry look. "Thanks, that's

trying

brows furrowing. "It could mean an

named

but there are a lot of old trees out

"Okay, next part-'In a cavern's shadow where history allows.' A cave,

asked, exasperated. "There are thousands of caves

"The Children of the Eclipse, the Umbrakin, the first wolves-there

chewing on that thought. It made sense,

fingers on the table. "And then there's 'By the moonlit lake, reflections guide."" He whistled. "That sounds poetic as hell, but what does it

full moon?" I guessed, my mind

that's the case, we won't know until we find

the parchment. My frustration mounted with

wasn't getting us

muttered. "There has to be a pattern we aren't

his chair, arms crossed behind his head.

sharp look. "We don't have the luxury

his hands. "Hey, I'm just saying-what

the real answer isn't

frowned, considering his words. "Like

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Austin

shrugged. "f

supposed to

between the lines."

Isaiah's

expression remained unreadable. "Or

maybe

it's a

A way

we're worthy

of the

Keystone."

That

thought

sent a

chill

down my spine.

If this

was a test,

then

were failing it

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rubbed my hands

and exhaled.