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The white Wolf's horizon

Author: Travis
last update publish date: 2026-07-14 04:18:48

Theron Crowne, now twelve years old, lit the first candle. "For Theron," he said, voice clear and steady. "My namesake. The omega who started everything."

The main clearing of Silver Hollow was packed beyond anything I had ever seen. Wolves from thirty-two territories filled the torchlit space, their faces lit by candlelight and wonder. The Festival of Theron had grown over the past decade from a small ceremony into the largest gathering in the known territories. Moon-Wolves who had spent their
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  • Rogue's Omega   Teachers gift

    Wren looked at Cain for a long moment, then said, "I was born in a laboratory too. You're not the only one who doesn't know how to be a person."The school at Mirren's Promise had grown over the past decade. What had started as a few classrooms in a converted fortress was now a sprawling campus of stone buildings and training yards and gardens that bloomed even in the northern cold. Young Moon-Wolves from every territory in the Accord came here to learn control and connection.Cain stood at the edge of the main courtyard, his silver eyes tracking the students as they moved through their morning exercises. His scarred hands hung at his sides. He hadn't spoken since we arrived."I was born in a cell," Wren continued, and her voice was calm. "Bred to be a soldier. I didn't know what the sky looked like until I was twelve. I didn't know what kindness was until I was sixteen." She stepped closer to Cain, and her gold-flickering eyes were steady. "I learned. Slowly. You can too."Cain's sil

  • Rogue's Omega   The return

    The children ran to meet us, Theron in the lead, the twins tumbling behind. They stopped short when they saw Cain. "Who's that?" Mirren asked. "He smells like you, Papa. But empty."The main gate of Silver Hollow was crowded with wolves who had been waiting for our return. Sable was there, leaning on her cane, her amber-gold eyes bright with relief. Wren stood beside her with Thorne. Tide had come from the Delta with the rescued children, who were recovering in the medic tent. Even Veris had traveled from the Sunken Valley, her white hair gleaming in the spring sunlight.But the children reached us first. Theron was thirteen now, tall and confident, his white wolf flickering under his skin. He stopped in front of me and threw his arms around my waist. "You're back. Papa Bastian, you're walking. Papa Kellan, you're not bleeding. Papa Archer, you look tired.""I'm always tired," Archer said, but he was smiling. "It's a permanent condition."The twins were less restrained. Sable—the youn

  • Rogue's Omega   Benefactor Falls

    Voss was cornered. His soldiers were defeated, his weapon had turned, and all he had left was a lifetime of hate and a silver blade.The control room was a nest of monitors and cables, screens flickering with data from decades of experiments. Voss stood at the center, his gaunt frame stooped, his pale eyes blazing with the same righteous certainty he had worn when he told me about Theron's execution. The silver blade in his hand was the same one he had stabbed me with on the Conclave platform. He had kept it all these years."You think you've won," Voss said, and his voice was still calm. Still measured. "You've destroyed one facility. One project. But the Solitary was just the beginning. I've seeded my research across a dozen hidden labs. Even if you kill me, my work will continue."I stepped into the room, and my alphas flanked me. Bastian's blade was drawn. Kellan's cold fury radiated through the second bond. Archer's steady warmth pressed against my back."I'm not going to kill yo

  • Rogue's Omega   Empty wolf

    Cain didn't attack. He just walked through us, touching each alpha in turn—Bastian, then Kellan, then Archer—and with each touch, the bond web shuddered.He moved like a ghost. Silent. Slow. His bare feet left wet prints on the stone floor, and his scarred hand reached out with the hesitation of someone who had never been allowed to touch anything.Bastian tensed when Cain's fingers brushed his chest. Through the first bond, I felt his instinct to strike, to protect. But he held still. "What is he doing?""Feeling," I said. "He's feeling the bonds. The way they connect."Cain's silver eyes flickered. "It's warm. I didn't know bonds were warm." He moved to Kellan and touched his shoulder. Through the second bond, I felt Kellan's cold assessment warring with something softer. Curiosity. Compassion."You were created without the capacity for bonds," Kellan said quietly. "But you can still perceive them.""I can perceive them. I can't have them." Cain moved to Archer and touched his hand.

  • Rogue's Omega   The Awakening

    The Solitary opened his eyes, and they weren't gold. They were silver. Cold, metallic, utterly empty.He stood in the wreckage of his tank, fluid dripping from his scarred body, and he looked at me with an expression that wasn't hostile or curious. It was nothing. There was no one behind those silver eyes."Cain," Ilyra breathed. "He named him Cain. After the first murderer."Bastian moved in front of me, his blade drawn. "Caelum, get back. We don't know what he can do.""He's not attacking." I put my hand on Bastian's arm. "He's just standing there.""He's just standing there because he doesn't know what else to do." Archer's voice was tight with horrified compassion. "Look at his scars. He's been in that tank for years. Maybe decades. He doesn't know anything except what Voss programmed into him."I reached through the bond web, trying to find the Solitary's thread. Every Moon-Wolf had a signature, a place in the web where their connections lived. Ilyra's was faint and flickering, d

  • Rogue's Omega   The spire

    The Spire was visible for miles—a needle of black stone against the grey sky, its summit wreathed in unnatural clouds.Three weeks of preparation had brought us here. Three weeks of planning and healing and gathering intelligence. Bastian's wound had closed, though his wolf was still silent. Kellan had mapped every approach to the mountain. Archer had prepared medical kits for every possible injury. And I had spent every night lying awake, feeling the distant pulse of something wrong through the bond web.Ilyra stood beside me at the base of the mountain, her thin frame wrapped in a heavy cloak. "I can feel him. The Solitary. He's in there. His signature is like ours, but twisted. Like a song played in the wrong key.""Can you tell if he's active?" I asked."I don't know. He's dreaming. Waiting. Voss must have kept him sedated until he was needed." Ilyra's gold eyes were troubled. "But the sedation is wearing off. I can feel him waking up."The strike force moved up the mountain in si

  • 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 Rouge's Territory

    I felt him before I saw him—a pressure in the air, a weight in the dark that made my wolf curl up and go silent.The heat had been eating me alive for hours. Every step through the snow sent a fresh wave of fire through my belly, and my legs were slick with something I didn’t want to name. The pine

  • Rogue's Omega   The Price of Being Expendable

    Two medics held me down before I could ask what was happening. The needle went in, and fire spread through my veins. I bucked on the table hard enough that the leather restraints creaked, and a strangled sound tore out of my throat that wasn't a word. One medic, a beta woman with flat grey eyes an

  • Rogue's Omega   The summons

    Silas’s boot drove into my stomach, and I folded around the pain without a sound. Ten years in this pack had taught me one thing: noise makes it worse.I hit the training yard dirt on my side, and a puff of dust coated my tongue. Silas stood over me with his sandy hair cropped close to his skull, h

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