《The Omega's Redemption.》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

Kieran’s POV I sensed something wasn't right as soon as I entered Evans' vacant tent. The air was unspoiled and stuffy. The linens were still silky and unaltered, and the bed was still made. My chest coiled with a keen stiffness. I whirled around, looking around the pitch-black camp for her in the moonlight. My nostrils strained, searching for her aroma of wild rain and warm cedar, but it was too subtle. Lost. My throat rumbled with a roar. "No."With my heart hammering my ribs, I bounded out. She wouldn't have left me in the dark. Not after everything. Unless... I felt my stomach tighten with a horrible conclusion. She had gone to meet Draven. Just hearing the name made my blood boil. I pushed through the branches, moving quickly, my claws aching to reach farther. Every second since she had met him, every time I had witnessed her hesitating, every glimpse of something unreadable in her eyes—all of it was replayed in my head. I didn't want to accept it. Refu

(Evans’ POV)I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting on the porch of the healer’s cabin.The wind whispered through the trees, brushing against my skin like a ghost I didn’t want to remember. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of amber and crimson, but I didn’t feel its warmth. Not really. Not after everything that had unraveled.Elyra stirred in my arms, her tiny body nestled against my chest, warm and quiet. She hadn’t cried once since the attack. Not even when the pack's walls trembled from rogue howls or when blood painted the earth.She was braver than I was.My fingers traced idle circles on her back, and I found myself focusing on the curve of her birthmark, the same one I’d stared at a hundred times in silence. A small, curling crescent beneath her shoulder blade. I always told myself it was a sign. A gift from the Moon Goddess. But now I couldn’t look at it without thinking about him.Kian.The name alone was a dagger. And yet, even now, my heart beat a

Elyra’s POVThe dream came again.I stood in a forest soaked in silver light, the trees whispering in a language I didn't understand, but somehow knew. Their branches arched like cathedral ceilings, groaning under the weight of the moon. The air was thick with a song. Not sung, but hummed. Soft. Ancient. Bone-deep.I followed the sound.My bare feet didn’t make a sound as they moved over moss and stone. I wasn’t cold, though the air should have bitten into my skin. The song was everything. It pulled me forward like a thread sewn through my soul.Then I saw her.She stood by the obsidian lake again, her reflection blurred even though the water was still. A woman cloaked in darkness, beautiful and terrifying. Her face shifted when I looked too long. One moment it was soft and sad, the next it was hollow, endless.“You came,” she said.I swallowed. “I didn’t mean to.”“All things that are meant to become... arrive on time,” she whispered. “And you, moon-child, are terribly on time.”“Wha

(Evan's POV.)The full moon bled red tonight.It hung low over the treetops like a glowing wound, casting the land in a sinister crimson hue. Every instinct in me screamed danger, but I kept my breath steady as I stalked through the forest surrounding the pack's territory.The warriors had spread out, their forms shifting in and out of the trees like ghosts. No howls. No chatter. Just the eerie silence of predators waiting to strike or be struck.We’d caught the scent hours ago. Rogues. Not the usual kind either. These carried a stench that twisted in your lungs—like smoke and rot and something wrong. Something that didn’t belong to the earth.“North quadrant is clear,” Vaughn’s voice whispered through the mind-link.“South’s got movement,” I replied. “Kian, west?”Silence.“Kian. Report.”Still nothing.My grip tightened on my blade.“Find him,” I ordered Vaughn. “We’re not losing anyone tonight.”A low growl rumbled in my throat, and before I realized it, my wolf surged forward. My

Evan’s POVThe night air was thicker than it should’ve been, cloaked in silence, like even the stars were holding their breath.I felt it before I saw them.The forest to the west groaned under heavy footfalls, each step resonating through the ground like a warning drum. My body stiffened, instincts flaring.Kian stepped beside me, eyes narrowed. “We’re not alone.”“No,” I muttered, drawing the dagger I kept hidden behind my belt. “They’re coming.”Two shadows broke through the trees, moving like predators, not rogues. Intentional. Calm. Dangerous.The first one was a mountain of muscle and scars. His dark skin glistened under the moonlight, not with sweat, but with ritual markings. His eyes… they weren’t just amber. They were feral. Wild. The kind that had seen too many deaths to fear it anymore.The second was the opposite. Lean. Agile. His every step was a dance, calculated, silent. His midnight hair was braided down his back, threaded with small bones and moonstones. He smirked li