The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 45

Chapter Forty Five

That night, as I lay in bed, my thoughts swirled like an unstoppable torm. The weight of what Eira had told me earlier that day pressed down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. The fate of my pack, my species, and possibly the world rested on my shoulders. Could i really do this?

My mind wandered to Mariah, and a fresh wave of grief overcame me If Mariah were here, she would know exactly what to say. She had always been the steady voice of reason, the one who could make me see sense even in the darkest moments.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I whispered into the person everyone thinks I am.”

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The room felt colder, and for a moment, I thought I faint shimmer of light near the window. I wiped my tears and sat up, unsure if my eyes were playing tricks on me. Suddenly, a radiant orb of light appeared in the center of the room, glowing softly but steadily.

Before I could react, the light expanded and enveloped me. When the light faded, I found myself standing in a vast, clear field under a brilliant full moon. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of wildflowers.

A familiar sound pierced the silence–a wolf’s howl.

I turned toward the sound and gasped. It was Mariah’s wolf, her sleek, brown form shimmering under the moonlight.

“Mariah…” my voice broke as she stumbled toward her.

Mariah’s wolf padded closer, her golden eyes glowing with warmth and strength. I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face.

“I’m so sorry,” I cried, my voice cracking. “I should have been there for you. I should have protected you.”

For a moment, there was silence, and then I heard Mariah’s voice in my mind.

“Don’t be a whiny baby, Stormi.”

I froze, my tears momentarily forgotten as a laugh bubbled up despite myself.

Mariah’s voice continued, teasing but full of affection. “You’ve always been special, Stormi. You were chosen for a reason. Stop doubting yourself–you’ve got this. And no matter what, I’m always with you.”

My chest tightened, but this time it wasn’t from grief–it was from hope. Mariah’s wolf stepped closer, lowering her head to nuzzle against me. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in Marian’s fur.

“I miss you so much,” I whispered. “I don’t know how to do this without you.”

Mariah’s wolf huffed softly, as if to say, You’re not alone.

I pulled back slightly, looking into my adoptive mother’s golden eyes. “I’ll find the Moon Keystone,” I promised. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right. You deserve to be free.”

Mariah’s wolf nodded, her form shimmering slightly.

When I stood, I noticed something I hadn’t before–figures standing in the distance, their silhouettes illuminated by the moonlight. They were watching me silently, their presence both comforting and awe–inspiring.

As I took a step closer, the figures began to shift and transform. One by one, they turned into silver wolves, their forms glowing with an ethereal light.

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Chapter Forty Five

My breath caught in my throat as I realized who they were..

“Your ancestors,” Mariah’s voice echoed in my mind, full of reverence

Among the wolves stood a familiar face–the old man from my earlier dream. His kind eyes met mine and he nodded slowly, as if acknowledging my unspoken question.

My heart swelled as I gazed at the gathering of wolves. Their power and presence were overwhelming, yet I felt no fear–only a deep sense of connection and purpose.

“You carry our legacy,” the old man’s voice resonated in my mind. “The keystone is the key to your destiny and the protection of our kind. Trust in yourself, Stormi, for you are more powerful than you know.”

The wolves raised their heads in unison and howled, the sound reverberating through the air and deep into my soul as I heard their voices in chanting the riddle

“Whispers from the ancient Willow’s boughs,

In a cavern’s shadow where history allows.

By the moonlit lake, reflections guide,

Symbols hidden in ripples, where secrets abide.

Guardians of the night, statues stand tall,

Midnight echoes in the pack’s sacred hall.

Within the ancient forest, the howls reveal,

A path to follow, a destiny to unseal.

At the mountaintop ruins where stars align,

Celestial convergence, a gateway to find.

Decipher these riddles, a cosmic quest,

To the Moonlit Nexus, where the Keystone rests.”

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Mariah’s wolf pressed her head against me once more before stepping back as her voice stepped back to join the others in chanting the riddle. I reached out instinctively, but stopped myself, understanding that this moment was not goodbye–it was a beginning.