Semua Bab Twins Fate: The Useless Omega's Awakening : Bab 111 - Bab 120

The atmosphere was heavy with strain. Wolves assembled in a close semi-circle, their gazes fixed on the quivering form in the middle. Kael, the head of The Forgotten, stood next to the prisoner, his icy stare scanning the gathered fighters. “This,” Kael stated, raising a smooth, dark-edged knife, “will alter everything.” The defiant prisoner crouched, muscles tensed in opposition. His breathing was uneven and labored. "You needn't go through with this," he snarled, yet Kael simply grinned. Dahlia remained off to the side, her arms folded, with an expression that was impossible to interpret. Castor stood next to her, observing with quiet approval. Kael plunged the dagger into the captive’s chest. A piercing howl erupted from the wolf’s throat. His body shook, his fur receding like mist fading in the breeze. The transformation was compelled from within him, his claws blunting, his instincts dulling. Once the shaking stopped, he stayed on his hands and knees, merely a man. No smell

The inmate rested in the faint glow of the torch, his hands tied, his face inscrutable. His hair was a chaotic tangle, his face stained with grime and dried blood, but his golden eyes shone with something much more perilous than stubborn determination. I observed him closely, arms folded, my fighters poised and alert behind me. The smell of wet soil permeated the atmosphere, blending with the metallic flavor of blood. We apprehended him in the previous skirmish, seizing a supply convoy intended for The Forgotten. He didn’t struggle to break free, nor did he plead for forgiveness. Instead, he had accomplished something much more unexpected. He requested to talk to me. “You are Daisy.” His voice was raspy, yet firm. "The missing successor." "The omega that emerged from the remnants." I didn’t respond. Allowing my adversaries to witness my feelings was an error I no longer committed. "And who might you be?" "Soren." He moved a bit, evaluating the firmness of his bindings. "I previo

Kael's gaze penetrated Dahlia's, icy and precise. The wavering glow of the torches in Castor’s war tent only intensified the shadows on his face, enhancing his menacing appearance. "You spoke with her," he remarked, his tone quiet yet cutting, akin to a knife's sharpness. "Clarify your thoughts." Dahlia maintained a blank expression, yet her heart was pounding. She had practiced this in her thoughts, ready for the moment Kael, or even more so, Castor, would face her. "I met with Daisy to assess her intentions," she fibbed effortlessly, crossing her arms. "To observe how desperate she has turned." Kael remained unfazed, advancing forward. "Is she truly desperate?" he remarked, his tone ironic. "And what was it she said that was so crucial you felt the need to sneak away into the moonlight like a criminal?" "I mentioned it to you," she stated resolutely. "I'm attempting to keep ahead of her." "I'm not going to allow her to weaken our position." He gazed at her for an extended mome

The evening atmosphere was heavy with unease, the far-off cries of wolves cutting through the stillness. Daisy positioned herself close to the camp's border, gazing at the shadowy horizon. The burden of her decisions weighed down significantly on her heart. Each choice she faced seemed like another risk, and she was losing time to wager judiciously. Footsteps stirred behind her. Fenris drew near, his face faintly illuminated by the flickering flames. “We have an intruder,” he stated, his voice taut yet composed. "An elder hailing from Silvermoon." States he has something to convey to you. Daisy's forehead creased. "A senior?" Here? “From Silvermoon?” Fenris agreed. “He states it’s critical.” Daisy promptly accompanied him to the heart of the camp. The fighters had assembled, whispering to one another while they watched the hooded individual by the flames. The old man's hands shook gently, his face etched with years and fatigue. “Who is it that you are?” Daisy insisted, moving ah

The moon loomed large in the heavens, its borders engulfed by darkness as the eclipse started. Shadows swelled across the battlefield, not merely a physical darkness but an overwhelming, alien presence that weighed on my chest and screamed in my ears. I sensed it deep within me, a chilling vibration of energy that ignited every nerve. By the way the fighters near me tensed up, I realized they sensed it as well. “This feels unnatural,” Fenris growled, exposing his teeth. He stood next to me, his knuckles pale gripping the handle of his sword. “No, it isn’t,” I replied, my voice scarcely heard over the increasing wind. I raised my eyes to Silvermoon, its lofty walls a striking outline against the crimson sky. Somewhere in that space, Castor was orchestrating the movements, and Dahlia... Dahlia was expecting. "Postures!" I yelled, compelling myself to concentrate. “Gather together and maintain your position!” The group quickly arranged themselves, with wolves transforming into their