The Weak Omega's Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

As I made my way through the thick underbrush, each foot strategically placed to minimize noise, the forest was strangely quiet. Long shadows that moved with the wind were created by the early light that penetrated through the canopy. Anna was instructed to remain in the cabin and keep the door locked until I got back. Although she hadn't argued, her cautious expression said a lot. This needed to be fixed. In some way.Scouting was a risk that had to be taken. The cabin's solitude did not ensure protection, and the howls we had heard the night before were not far enough away to be comfortable. We had to know if Oliver's warriors were drawing near. Every sound and change in the air was studied for danger, and my senses were constantly alert.I stopped as I heard a slight rustle to my left, and my hand automatically went to the blade by my side. My heart pounded, and I listened for anything other than the typical forest noises. A squirrel, its motions shockingly loud in the silence, dar

The council chamber's heavy wood doors swung open with a groan. The air was heavy with the tension of silent defiance as I strode in, my boots resonating against the stone floor. At the head of the table sat Alpha Marcus of the Ironclaw Pack, his calm mask barely hiding the fire behind his eyes. He stood up, his silver-flecked hair gleaming in the low light."Oliver," Marcus said coolly, tilting his head slightly to be courteous but not so much as to be polite. "What is the honor of this surprise visit due to?"I didn't make an effort to be nice. "You understand why I'm here." My voice was like a blade, cutting through the quiet. "You've ignored my call. Twice."Marcus's eyes glowed with challenge as his lips formed a slight grin. "I haven't turned anything down. I just chose not to get involved with your personal grudge. It is a resource waste."My fists clenched at my sides, the desire to lunge across the table barely restrained. "This is not a vendetta," I growled, stepping closer.

As I entered Elara’s small cabin’s dimly lit common room, I heard her say, “You’re up early,” coming from the kitchen. Herbs and a bitter substance brewing over the fire filled the air.“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, pulling my arms together to protect myself from the morning cold. My eyes shot to the tiny bedroom where Lucas was lying under sedation. Since Elara had given him her mixture the previous evening, he had not moved.Elara narrowed her piercing eyes at me as she moved away from the stove. “I can understand that. Compared to most, you’re hauling more.” She pointed to the fireside seat. “Take a seat. I’ll prepare a warm dish for you.”Feeling the pressure of my thoughts, I paused. I pulled a blanket tightly around my shoulders and slipped into the chair, but the fire’s tempting warmth won.Elara moved with the accuracy of someone who has spent too much time alone—effective, no effort lost. A mug of hot liquid with a strange earthy scent was brought to me.“What is it?” I questio

“The rogue lands are where they are.”All attention was on the scout as his comments cut through the battle room’s tense atmosphere. I concealed the tempest building inside of me by leaning forward and keeping my fingers curled under my chin.I tasted the words as I carefully repeated, “Rogue lands. And you’re positive?”The scout paused, his eyes darting to the warriors on each side of me and then back to me. “Alpha, we’re as certain as we can be. Near the eastern border, a rogue observed two wolves that fit their descriptions. They’ve ventured far into areas even rogues stay away from.”A chilly smile curved my lips. “Interesting. They believe that among misfits and mice, they can hide from me.”Beta Mark shuffled uncomfortably next to me. “Rogue lands, Oliver, are erratic. It’s dangerous to get that deep, even with our best troops. If the rogues decide to band together, however—”“They won’t,” I cut in, my voice sharp enough to make him wince. “By nature, rogues are cowards. If the

It was eerily silent in the forest tonight. It sounded muted, as though the trees themselves were holding their breath, the regular symphony of rustling leaves and distant animal noises missing. As I bent to collect the tiny nightshade blooming next to the base of an old tree, I gripped my basket more tightly and kept my senses sharp.I whispered to myself, “Just a few more,” the sound of my voice giving a little solace from the deafening quiet.The herbs I was looking for were uncommon and only flourished in the most remote parts of the rogue lands. I guess it was a good analogy for my own life. My back ached from the stretch, but I straightened after picking the last sprig of the plant. I heard it then, a small rustle that was too intentional to be the wind.I froze and looked about in the dark, my heart racing. Long, jagged shadows swirled with the slightest breeze as the moonlight barely broke through the thick canopy overhead.I was shocked by a harsh voice calling, “Elara.”Thre