Semua Bab Crowns and Claws: The Omega's Revenge: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I don't know how long it's been. How long I've been lying here as the rain washes over me and the lightning and thunder dance to nature's melody up above me. I force myself up eventually, wondering if I was wrong about him. No… I certainly wasn't wrong. He came so close to killing me again and chose to leave me alive, brimming with more questions.I retreat back into the forest as the rain rages on.The rain flowing down my hair takes away most of my vision, forcing me to rely mostly on my other senses. I still myself, trying to focus my heightened ears; trying to hear past the storm, hoping to get something from the dorms.Rain drops falling on leaves, branches breaking from the winds, a deer running in the bushes, critters shivering in the undergrowth, laughter—THATS IT—Then thunder cracks above me, sending shockwaves throughout my ear drums. The pain forces me to scream. I shut my ears with my hands almost instantly as I fall to my knees.Note to self; never use wolf hearing in a

I learnt long ago that this world was cruel to the weak. But this pack most of all. When we were kids the stronger kids would always pick on the omegas; ‘Might makes right’ they'd yell in our faces every time they took something from us.‘Might makes right' like a challenge to us omegas to do something about the injustice. Most did nothing but endure. Some tried to stand up to the Alpha and Beta kids and quickly learned the weak had no right to object.But once in a while, the world reminds us, shows us that sometimes being strong isn't enough; that being the biggest Beta or strongest Alpha just wasn't enough. I saw this when the humans came for my pack, when the Alpha's, Betas and Omega's fell alike, when the humans laughed as they set my home ablaze. I can still hear that laughter—a sickening thing.Dorian must have seen this truth in the end. And this girl too. I can see her aura fading. Even now I can tell she was a Beta. Probably around the middle levels.The dark wolf growls a

Amelia's POV: The first thing I feel is the weight over my body—warm and heavy. A blanket by the feel of it. Then the chill of the damp floor beneath me.My mind stirs, drifting between dream and the waking world.I don't open my eyes yet. My body aches deeply, reluctant to start the day—and I am in no hurry to argue. But something stirs beside me with a dull hum.I blink once, then again, curiosity beating out the pull of more sleep as I open my eyes. The world looks a little blurred as the light pierces my eyes, forcing me to shut them and turn away from the light.With the light lessened, I open my eyes and see what stirred beside me.Her hair—an untamed army of brown—clings to the curves of her sun kissed skin. It veils most of her freckled face but not enough to hide the rise and fall of her breath and the peace she wears in her sleep.The air smells like morning. I force myself to rise slowly as the memories of last night return. I look around me, taking in every detail of my

Tavian leaves the arena as the spectators enter. Generals and commanders from allied packs and leaders of each quadrant of the Bloodfang pack flood the arena, dressed in full military attire.The air vibrates with pressure, the earth trembling beneath the eerie synchronicity of their measured steps.Their auras leaking from their bodies—suffocating and terrifying—bending the air to obedience.These are the Alphas my peers worship. The ones betas would bleed to serve. Old Men and Women of war and violence with power most young wouldn't think twice to give their lives for.And they all don the blood-red and black as proof of fealty to the Alpha king—the pinnacle of our species and architect of the age of red. His red.“That's a lot of old Alphas.” Corrin gulps, as the warmongers take their seats.“Are they all going to watch us fight?” Sophia asks, staring at them, just like most of the cadets here—mesmerized.Ash shuts his eyes and barks, “wake me when they call number 13”Corrin sco

“There is wisdom in knowing your limits” my mother used to tell me every time I pushed myself to keep pace with my brother during hunts.She would slow herself, just to stay by my side as I pushed through the snow.No one ever shifts at the age of ten, the average age was fourteen. My mother said I was too eager to join my brothers. I was.They were having so much fun without me, and I was sick of waiting.I cried out when the first bone snapped, drawing everyone to my room. My brothers begged me to stop, but my mom scolded them. I was already mid shift by then, stopping would be far more dangerous.By the time I was done, I had no energy to even join the hunt.So they cancelled it for me.And we went the next day.The snow had piled up so high my wolf was half buried in it.“Careful now,” she said, when I fell completely into the snow before picking me back up. The cold reached for me, but her warmth always shielded me.It's different now. There's no voice of wisdom amongst the v