The Omega Mated To The Four

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The battlefield was eerily silent. The dust had settled, and the bodies of the fallen lay still beneath the moon's glow. The war was

finally over.

I took a deep breath, but it was heavy-filled with the weight of loss So many had died. Brave werewolves, powerful witches, warriors who had given everything to secure our future.

I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. Was this the price of peace?

A soft breeze carried the scent of blood and burnt earth. Around me my people moved-some searching for survivors, others tending to the wounded. The air was filled with hushed voices, murmured prayers, and the quiet cries of those who had lost loved

ones.

Rowena approached, her expression grim. Her usually sharp, calculating eyes were dimmed with sorrow. She stood beside me, silent for a long moment, before finally speaking.

"The war is over, but not everyone will accept it," she said softly.

I turned to her, my brows knitting together. "What do you mean?"

She sighed, crossing her arms. "Not all of the Children of the Eclipse surrendered when the Shadow Weaver fell. There are still rogue witches among them-ones who refuse to accept the new peace. They're scattered, but dangerous."

Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. Even with the war won, there would always be those who clung to the past, to their hatred.

I straightened my shoulders, my voice firm. "Then they will be sentenced before the elders. If they refuse to change-if they still seek destruction-then they will answer for their crimes."

Rowena nodded, but I could see the weariness in her posture. We were all tired. Exhausted. But we weren't done yet.

I scanned the battlefield, my heart heavy as I looked at my people-my pack, my family.

Many were standing, some injured, some barely holding themselves together. But they were alive.

And we would rebuild.

I turned back to Rowena. "The witches fought beside us. They bled for this victory just as much as the wolves did. It's time for a new alliance, one that isn't built on old grudges and mistrust."

Rowena's lips twitched in a faint smile. "You sound like a queen."

someone who's sick

let's make it official. The witches and the wolves will stand together. Not as enemies, not as allies

it for

this never

Rowena nodded. "Together."

and grueling, I didn't have the strength to open the

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their wounded, others held onto their dead. Every step forward was a painful reminder of

the sorrow,

Hope.

the Shadow Weaver was gone. The way that had plagued us

reached the outskirts of the packlands, I felt my

before us was

were in ruins. Homes had been destroyed buildings collapsed, and the scent of smoke still lingered in the air. The land that had once been a sanctuary was now little more

home were the first to see us. Their

ones ran toward us, their eyes wide with admiration.

And then-cheers erupted.

it!

"The war is over!"

"Stormi is back!"

the sight of my people rushing to greet us. They

here we were.

who fought with us and survived were embraced by their loved ones. Some collapsed into the arms of their families, others simply stood in stunned silence, taking in the reality of

to

tall, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders had finally eased. Austin was the first to move, wrapping an arm

"We're home," he murmured.

deep breath, letting the

"Yeah. We are."

we gathered in the remnants of the park Hall. The place where so many meetings had taken place before-where strategies had been formed,

would be where

the witches, and the