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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didn't respond, I didn't wait for an answer. I shifted and

and pine, something

heard Isaiah follow, his shadows swirling around us as he

appeared at the same time near what remained of

rather, what used to be

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shaky from exhaustion. Isaiah, ever the silent protector, took off his shirt and

there, kneeling amidst the rubble, was

back was hunched, his hands clenched into fists against

ground. He wasn't moving. He wasn't

about the stillness of his form unnerved me more than any

I called softly, stepping

He didn't react.

I hesitated.

This wasn't like him.

to speak again, laughter rang

that made the hairs on the back

I whirled around.

the edge of the destruction, its body flickering like it was barely tethered to this

who it was.

been manipulating the Umbrakins, that had orchestrated every attack against

Silver Wolf," the figure rasped, its voice slithering through the air like

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

Shadow Weaver

will destroy everything in my path," it continued, tilting its head in mock amusement. "And when my children release me, I will kill

bared my fangs. “Not if

figure chuckled, shaking its

coals. "You, I will save for last. So you can see what happens to

I lunged.

called upon the moon's power, prepared

the Shadow Weaver was

thin air before I could make

there, fists clenched, chest heaving. The rage inside me burned

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war. This

to Elijah, expecting him to have reacted in some way to what

just happened.