The Omega Mated To The Four

The Alpha Bond 97

Chapter Ninety Seven

The

morning sun rose over the ruins of our pack, casting long golden rays over the destruction. Smoke still curled lazily from the charred remains of homes, and the scent of burnt wood and death lingered in the air. The once-thriving town was now a skeleton of its former self.

But despite the devastation, hope had arrived.)

I stood at the edge of the wreckage, watching as people moved about setting up temporary shelters. The Umbral Society sent a group of witches that had come at dawn with supplies-food, blankets, medicine, and tents.

Another neighboring town had sent supplies and wolves to assist. They worked together, erecting makeshift homes for those who had lost everything. The air was thick with grief.

I inhaled deeply, trying to ground myself, but the weight in my chest remained.

I knew where I had to go.

Turning, I made my way toward the section of the woods where our cabin once stood. I wanted down the familiar scorched path, the trees now stood burn and black like skeleton fingers reaching for the sky. The once beautiful forest was gone.

Or what was left of it? The cabin Mariah and I had shared was gone. Completely. Burnt to the ground, reduced to blackened wood and smoldering embers. I stood frozen, my throat tightening as I took it all in.

It wasn't just a house-it was the only place that had ever felt like home.

I stepped forward cautiously, my boots crunching against the charred debris. I knelt, running my fingers through the ashes, searching-desperate for anything that might have survived.

But there were nothing. No remnants of our books. No old photographs. Not even the tiny wolf figurine Mariah had once given her when I was a child, promising that she would always protect me and that we would always be together.

All gone.

A sharp pain lanced through my chest. Mariah. She was already gone but now it felt as if the last traces of her had been erased from existence.

I clenched my fists. I had taken some of Mariah's things with me when I left the pack before the training in the uncharted realm. That was all I had left now.

I exhaled slowly, trying to push back the ache, I couldn't break down Not here. Not

now.

someone who needed

supplies and wounded survivors,

his back against

usually sharp, confident presence was

him like this. Even

odds, Elijah was always a fighter. But now... he looked like a man who had lost

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hesitation, I walked toward

of him, searching

*Elijah," I whispered.

lifted to mine,

he didn't move. Then, with a

I pulled him

warmth, his body trembled.

into my shoulder, his powerful frame shaking

other people in the tent quietly stepped out, giving us

to tell him it was going to be okay-because it wasn't.

So I did the

release the agony he had been

raw, filled with

feeling

a long time, Elijah's breathing slowed, but he didn't pull away. His head rested against my shoulder, his arms wrapped around me as if letting go would shatter him

gently ran my fingers through his

voice soft but steady. "Because it won't.

my shirt,

I didn't know how to breathe without her. I hated waking

but he

cupped his face, forcing

don't forget. You learn