The Omega Mated To The Four

The Alpha Bond 133

The battlefield 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 it."

made it worse. "The Alpha and Luna... they didn't make

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.

I turned sharply to Isaiah, my heart hammering. "Elijah?"

Isaiah ddn't answer right away. Panic gripped my chest.

is he?" I

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Isaiah still didn't respond, I didn't wait for an answer. I

Elijah's scent-charcoal and pine, something uniquely his-and

heard Isaiah follow, his shadows swirling around us as he

the same time near what remained of

to be

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Chapter 127

into my human form, my legs shaky from exhaustion. Isaiah, ever the silent protector, took off his shirt and handed it to

kneeling amidst the rubble, was

broad back was hunched, his hands clenched into fists

He wasn't moving.

his form unnerved me

called

He didn't react.

I hesitated.

This wasn't like him.

mouth to speak again,

made the hairs on the

I whirled around.

figure stood at the edge of the destruction, its body

knew immediately who it was. The Shadow

been manipulating the Umbrakins, that had orchestrated every attack against

you, Silver Wolf," the figure rasped, its voice slithering through the air like poison. "This is just the

muscles coiled, ready to lunge, to attack, to rip this

Weaver simply laughed

in my path," it continued, tilting its head in mock amusement. "And

fangs. “Not if I kill

figure chuckled,

won't kill you." Its smoky form twisted, eyes glowing like burning coals. "You, I will save for last. So you can see what happens to those who think they can be

I lunged.

claws extended as I called upon the moon's

Shadow Weaver was

thin air before I

was deafening. I stood there, fists clenched, chest heaving. The rage inside me burned hotter

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war.

him to have reacted in

just happened.