Semua Bab Unwanted Omega: Bab 101 - Bab 103

Katie's POVWe arrived at dusk.The outer camp of the Duke didn’t look like a battlefield, not at first. From a distance, it resembled a marketplace—or at least, a crude version of one. Canvas tents flapped in the wind. Fires crackled low in sunken pits. There were wagons, traders, mercenaries, and creatures I couldn’t even name moving about like ants in a nest. All ordinary enough, until you looked closer.Until you saw how still the guards stood, like puppets waiting for strings to pull.Until you noticed the scent in the air—not just smoke, but blood, old and soaked deep into the soil like the land itself remembered every scream.My mate dismounted first. His face was still, unreadable. Fenrir padded ahead, tail low, hackles twitching. Disguised as an ordinary pet. The twins stood on either side of me, unusually quiet for once.We were in enemy territory. That means everyone is serious now and we cannot afford to make one single mistake. Not even one.“Stick to the plan,” Vladimyr

Katie's POV By the time we made it back to the tent, the sky had shifted from pitch black to a bruised, early gray. The fog still clung to the forest like a second skin, thick and quiet, almost too still—as if even the birds were holding their breath.No one said a word once we crossed the threshold of canvas and reentered our temporary shelter. Rori resealed the back seam in practiced silence, while Victoria began brushing loose pine needles from Fenrir’s fur. Vladimyr went straight to the basin, splashing his face again as if the cold water might scrub away the child’s voice, her eyes, that warning.I sat down, knees to my chest, and stared at my hands.Not a shadow.Not a dream.Not a girl.Who was she?"She said ‘they’re waking up,’" I muttered aloud. “Plural.”Vladimyr didn’t turn around. “And the first ones will rise. She was repeating instructions. A script.”“She wasn’t real,” Tori whispered again, kneeling beside her brother.“No,” Vladimyr agreed. “She was worse than that.