The Omega Mated To The Four

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The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Ninety Six

The bald was eerily quiet. The smell of burnt wood, blood, and death clung to the air, suffocating in its intensity. I stood in

the middle of what remained of our pack, my fur covered in black blood. Some of it belonged to the Umbrakins, some of it-I wasn't

sure.

I turned, my gaze sweeping over the carnage. The fires Austin had put out had left behind nothing but blackened structures, smoke rising into the night sky like mourning spirits.

I shifted back, my body aching from the effort. I looked around, my heart heavy as

I took in the damage. We had won. But at what cost? Austin reached beside me and here me his shirt to wear.

Eira approached me, her expression grim.

"I've never seen so many of them attack at once," she said. Her usual fierce demeanor was subdued, her dark eyes filled with something Stormi had never seen before-fear. "It wasn't just a raid. This was an extermination attempt."

I swallowed hard, dread curling in my stomach.

"How many survivors?" I asked.

A swirl of shadows appeared beside me, and Isaiah stepped out, his face set in stone. He hesitated before answering, as if the words themselves pained him.

"Almost everyone is gone."

My breath caught in my throat.

Isaiah continued, his voice quieter, as though speaking the truth out loud made it worse. "The Alpha and Luna... they didn't make it."

I barely registered the sharp inhale of Alex behind me, or the way Austin clenched his fists at the news.

I was still processing.

The Alpha and Luna. Dead. Elijah's parents were dead.

They hadn't always been kind to me, but they had been the only stability I had known in my

childhood.

Gone.

Isaiah,

right away. Panic gripped

is he?" I

wait for an answer. I shifted and

scent-charcoal and pine,

Isaiah follow, his shadows swirling

appeared at the same time near what remained

what used to be

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his shirt and handed

amidst the rubble,

hands clenched into fists against the

He wasn't moving. He wasn't

about the stillness of his form unnerved me more than

called softly,

He didn't react.

I hesitated.

This wasn't like him.

mouth to speak again, laughter rang through the

the hairs on the back of my

I whirled around.

figure stood at the edge of the destruction,

tethered to this

knew immediately who it was. The

manipulating the Umbrakins, that had orchestrated every

Wolf," the figure rasped, its voice slithering through

muscles coiled, ready to lunge, to attack, to

Weaver simply laughed

in mock amusement. "And when my children release me, I will kill everything in

“Not if I kill

chuckled, shaking

eyes glowing like burning coals. "You, I will save for last. So

I lunged.

called upon the moon's power, prepared to

Weaver

air before I could

it left behind was deafening. I stood

rnos ¡-** fires that had

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just war. This was