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The heart of the pack

Auteur: Travis
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-16 16:38:55

I stood at the edge of the celebration, watching my family dance and laugh, and felt the familiar ache of being both inside and outside at once.

The spring festival had turned Silver Hollow into a riot of color and sound. Lanterns swayed from every branch, and the smell of roasting meat and honey cakes drifted through the air. Wolves of all ages filled the main clearing, dancing in circles, clapping their hands, howling at the moon that hung low and fat over the mountains. My little sister Sabl
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  • Rogue's Omega   The Cave Of Fire

    The cave was alive. That was the only word for it. The walls pulsed with heat, the floor shifted under our feet, and the deeper we went, the more it felt like walking into the belly of a sleeping giant.I led the way with one hand pressed to the rough stone, letting the pull of the Book guide me through the dark. The tunnels twisted and branched, and every wrong turn made the heat spike until my lungs burned. But the dream sang in my chest, and I always knew which way to go.Verro walked a few paces behind me, his ember eyes sweeping the walls with something close to reverence. My fathers flanked us, tense and watchful. Papa Bastian had his blade drawn. Papa Kellan's gaze never stopped moving. Papa Archer's hands glowed faintly, ready to heal or to fight. Papa Caelum stayed close to my side, and the bond web wrapped around us like a shield."The mountain respects old blood," Verro said, and his voice echoed strangely in the tunnel. "If I had come alone, these wards would have burned m

  • Rogue's Omega   The Rival

    Verro looked ordinary. That was the terrifying part. He could have been anyone's grandfather. White-haired, kind-eyed, soft-spoken. Then he smiled, and his teeth were too sharp.I stood at the edge of the lava field with my heart hammering against my ribs. The silver light from the cave carvings bathed Verro's face, and his eyes burned like embers in the dark. He didn't move. He didn't attack. He just stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, patient as a spider."You came after all," Verro said, and his voice was smooth and warm. "I was beginning to think you'd lost your nerve, boy."Papa Caelum's hand closed on my shoulder, and I felt the bond web flare with his protectiveness. Behind me, Papa Bastian growled low in his throat. Papa Kellan shifted his weight, and I knew without looking that he was already calculating escape routes and attack angles. Papa Archer's hands were glowing faintly, his healer's gift ready.But I didn't step back. This was my fight. My legacy. The

  • Rogue's Omega   The Burning Mountain

    The mountain glowed red against the night sky, and I felt my blood run hot in answer.We had been climbing for hours, the air growing thinner and hotter with every step. The volcano loomed above us, a massive black shape crowned with fire, its slopes streaked with rivers of molten rock that pulsed like veins. The ground trembled beneath our feet, a constant reminder that the mountain was alive. The sky was choked with ash, and the smell of sulfur burned in my lungs.I led the way, and the dream pulled at me like a hand on my chest. The book. The white leather. The silver script. It was close. Closer than it had ever been. I could feel it through the bond web, through the blood memory that had been waking in me for weeks.Papa Caelum walked just behind me, his hand never far from the small of my back. "How much farther?" he asked, and his voice was low, careful. We were trying to avoid detection, and sound carried strangely in the volcanic landscape."I don't know. The dreams show the

  • Rogue's Omega   The Collector

    "Verro isn't just a collector," Maelis said. "He's a fanatic. He believes Moon-Wolf blood can grant immortality. He's been hunting us for decades."The council hall felt colder than it had in months. The spring festival decorations had been taken down, and the long table was covered in maps and reports instead of flowers. My fathers sat around me in a loose semicircle: Papa Caelum at my right, his presence a steady warmth in the bond web; Papa Bastian on my left, his gold eyes hard and watchful; Papa Kellan at the table's head, already sorting through the documents Maelis had brought; Papa Archer near the window, his healer's hands folded in his lap but his attention sharp.Maelis stood at the center of the room like a messenger of bad news. She was ancient now, her silver braid thin and her body frail, but her voice carried the same authority it had when she first came to Silver Hollow years ago. Beside her, Serin sat with a leather folder open in front of her, her eastern records sp

  • Rogue's Omega   The Book of Blood

    "The Book of Blood," Serin said, her voice echoing in the ancient library. "Theron didn't just keep a journal. He wrote a genealogy. A complete record of every Moon-Wolf bloodline. And he hid it before they burned him."I stood in the center of the eastern archives with my fathers flanking me, and the weight of those words pressed down like a physical thing. The room was cold and vast, carved into the mountain, lit by that same blue moss that grew in the prophecy chamber. Shelves stretched into darkness, packed with scrolls and tablets and books that crumbled at a touch. Serin stood behind a stone table with a rolled parchment in her hands, her ancient face pale in the dim light."The Book of Blood," I repeated, and my voice sounded too young in that old place. "I've been seeing it in my dreams. A book with pages that burn but don't turn to ash."Serin nodded slowly. "That is the book. The record Theron kept in the years before his execution. It contains every name, every bloodline, e

  • Rogue's Omega   Vision Shared

    "Theron didn't just die in the fire," Bastian said. "He left something behind. Something hidden. The dreams aren't just memories—they're instructions."I lay frozen in the circle of his arms, the warmth of our lovemaking fading into a cold that had nothing to do with the cabin. The fire had burned down to embers, casting long shadows across the walls, and the wind outside had gone still. The world felt suspended, holding its breath."What do you mean, instructions?" My voice came out hoarse.Bastian shifted beside me, and the furs rustled. He didn't meet my eyes. He stared at the dying fire, his jaw tight, his hand still pressed over my heart. "The first Theron wasn't just a martyr. He was a keeper. He spent his whole life gathering something. Protecting something. A record of the original Moon-Wolf line. The full genealogy, tracing back to the Luminara herself."I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing. "That's what the book is. The one in the dreams. The one that doesn't burn.""The

  • Rogue's Omega   The Pit

    They shoved Bastian into the pit before I could even stand. The crowd roared. And I felt the first blow land in my own ribs. An enforcer with a scar splitting his chin dragged me up a set of stone steps to a wooden ledge that overlooked the fighting pit. The chamber was underground, carved into th

  • Rogue's Omega   The weight of Chains

    Bastian's hands were still raised when the first arrow punched into his shoulder. He didn't flinch. He just looked at me—claimed, bleeding, mine—and said, "Keep your head down. No matter what." The enforcers swarmed the clearing before I could answer. Maren Holt barked orders, and her wolves fanne

  • Rogue's Omega   Blood Debt

    I couldn't fight. I couldn't shift. But when the first rogue lunged through the cave mouth, my body moved before my mind could stop it.The attack came fast. Three wolves burst through the entrance with snapping jaws and matted fur, their ribs showing through patchy coats. They smelled like rot and

  • Rogue's Omega   The Bond that shouldn't Exist

    “I’ve been alone for ten years,” Bastian said, his back still turned. “I should have killed you the moment I caught your scent. I tried. My wolf wouldn’t let me.”I lay on the cold stone, shivering and burning, my cheek pressed to the rough floor. The fire Bastian had built spat and crackled betwee

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