The Omega Mated To The Four

I sat in the dim light of our makeshift sleeping area as the last embers of night surrendered to the gentle glow of dawn. Elijah lay before us, finally succumbing to exhaustion-his battered, unconscious form cradled carefully by Alex and Austin, the twins whose faces were filled with worry and exhaustion.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. Every bruise, every cut, every shard of pain etched onto his skin was a silent testament to what he had endured. His right eye was now swathed in a thick bandage, the skin around it was discolored and swollen into a grotesque shade of purple. Even his arm, was twisted at an odd, unnatural angle, bore evidence of injuries that Isaiah later claimed looked as if it had been broken by being crashed. The sight of him like this-so fragile, so broken-had my heart clenching with a mixture of sorrow and a bittersweet relief that he was still here.

I shifted my gaze from Elijah to the others.

Isaiah, was cleaning up the things we had used and arranging a few stolen sleeping bags—yes, I knew he had "borrowed" those from the supply depot, still sporting their price tags as a silent admission of his cunning resourcefulness.

I broke the silence, my voice trembling as I asked, "Is he going to be okay?"

Isaiah paused, his eyes meeting mine with a calm certainty that belied the chaos of the past few hours. "He's tougher than most," he said, his tone steady as he recalled a memory that seemed to momentarily lift the weight of the present. "I remember when we went mountain climbing. We both fell and He broke his arm and I twisted my ankle, that didn't stop him from carrying me he just gritted his teeth and kept on." He smiled softly at the recollection.

"Elijah has always been badass." Austin said "he played in last years quarter finals even when he twisted his knee and we still won."

"Yeah the dude is an iron tank." Alex chuckled.

return, but the shadow of worry lingered. What about the

nodded slowly. "Yes, the silver in his blood is interferes with his natural recovery. But the good news is that in about a day, it should start leaving his system. Once that happens, his healing will kick in properly again. He's endured worse, Stormi.

through the stillness. "Well we can't just wait here," he declared, the edge in his tone leaving no

a surge of anger and hurt mingled into a tidal wave of conflicting emotions. "No," I said firmly, not wanting to let his words undo the fragile hope that had taken root in my

not something we can just forgive and forget." His words stung, and I knew they were as much a reflection

Alex was right we had

who had been quietly watching from the edge of the firelight finally spoke up in a low, measured tone. "Alex is right, Isaiah you know as well as I do that the world's future is at stake. We did

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on the mend. We'll wait for the silver to clear from his system. When his healing kicks in, we'll get him