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..."

just words," Isaiah finished for me, leaning back

his chin on his hand. "Maybe is not supposed to be literal. Could be

let out an exhausted sigh. "Then

sheer willpower could force the riddle to

the one to break uncomfortable silences, tapped his fingers against the wooden table. "Alright. Let's go

dry look. "Thanks,

grinned. "Just trying to lighten

"It

place named after

but

next part-'In a cavern's shadow where history allows.' A

"There are thousands

one tied to our history?" Isaiah suggested. "The Children of the

that thought. It made sense, but it still wasn't specific

the table. "And then there's 'By the moonlit lake, reflections guide.""

guessed, my mind already trying to picture a hidden clue lurking

we won't know until we find

down at the parchment. My frustration

getting

missing something." I muttered. "There has

leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. "Or maybe it's just a wild goose

him a sharp look. "We don't have

just saying-what if

us? What if the real answer isn't in the words,

frowned, considering his words.

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Austin

shrugged. "f

supposed to find something

between the lines."

Isaiah's

expression remained unreadable. "Or

maybe

it's a

A way to

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

my face and