Todos los capítulos de The Rejected Omega: Lunawolf: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Calhoun took a step into the cabin, and the temperature seemed to drop twenty degrees. The blood dripping from his fingertips hit the wooden floor with a heavy drip, drip, drip that sounded like a ticking clock in the absolute silence. "Calhoun?" I whispered, my voice trembling. He didn't answer. His head tilted to the side, a sickening crack echoing from his neck. He sniffed the air, his chest heaving. The scent of him was overwhelming as it was no longer the comforting smell of rose and rain. It smelled like blood and a cold, metallic darkness that made Nyx howl in terror inside my mind. "Jinx, get back!" Derrick yelled, scrambling to his feet. He wiped blood from his lip and gripped his silver sword with white knuckles. "Calhoun, stop! You’re not in your right mind! Look at her! You’re going to hurt her!" Calhoun’s red eyes slowly flickered toward Derrick. The growl that erupted from his chest was so loud the windows rattled in their frames. "Mine," Calhoun hissed. Th

The cold water of the creek was freezing my blood, but the guards were getting closer. I could see the orange glow of their torches dancing on the snow at the top of the ravine. "They went down! Search every inch!" a guard roared. Calhoun staggered, his weight leaning heavily on me. He was still dazed, his eyes unfocused. We had to move. I pulled him through the waist deep water, the current pulling at our legs. We rounded a bend in the creek, and that’s when I saw it, a dark, jagged hole in the side of the cliff. Steam was puffing out of the hole like the breath of a dragon. "In there!" I hissed, dragging Calhoun toward the opening. As soon as we stepped inside, the freezing air of the forest disappeared. The cave was deep and narrow, slanting downward into the earth. The further we went, the hotter it got. The walls were wet, dripping with moisture that turned into a thick, white fog. "Jinx... stop..." Calhoun rasped, his voice thick with pain. "Just a little furt

Derrick's Pov The moon was high in the sky, but the night felt heavier than usual. Hours had passed, and Jinx was still missing. I couldn't sit still as I paced back and forth across the floor, my boots clicking against the wood as my mind raced with dark thoughts. "Shit!" I shouted at the empty walls. I had underestimated Calhoun. I never thought he would be fast enough or strong enough after being a prisoner in the iron walls to snatch her away from me so suddenly. I collapsed into the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. I tried to think, tried to plan, but my brain was a mess of worry. I knew they had to be somewhere in the thick forest surrounding the pack house, but the trees were dense and full of hiding spots. Finding her felt like looking for a needle in a haystack. My mind drifted back to the way Jinx looked at me. A while ago, she had actually helped me. She showed me kindness when I deserved nothing but hatred. After everything I had done, after the wa

The entrance to the cave didn't just darkenl as it seemed to dissolve. A thick, emerald colored mist rolled inside, crawling across the floor like a living thing. Where the mist touched the moss on the walls, the plants shriveled and turned black instantly. Then, a man stepped through the fog. He looked so much like Calhoun that it made my heart stop. He was tall, with the same sharp jawline and hauntingly handsome face. But while Calhoun looked like a warrior, this man looked like a king of a graveyard. He wore black silk that seemed to drink the light, and his eyes were not human, they were swirling vortexes of green smoke. "My son," the man said. His voice was smooth, like velvet draped over a coffin. "Looks like you have a habit of hiding in the dirt when you were in trouble." "Azrael," Calhoun spat the name like it was poison. "You’re a long way from your throne of bones." The man, Azrael, let out a soft, chilling laugh. He stepped further into the cave, his b

The air didn't just turn cold, no it turned heavy, as if the oxygen itself had been replaced by the thick, suffocating scent of sulfur and ancient rot. Azrael didn't wait for a formal start to the fight. With a deafening roar that sounded like a mountain splitting in half, he launched himself forward. His massive demon wings snapped shut and then expanded with a force that sent a gale of wind screaming through the clearing, knocking me off my feet. Calhoun, in his massive dark wolf form, met him halfway. The collision was like two beasts hitting head on. The sound of their bodies slamming together was a sickening thud that shook the very foundation of the cave and I feared it might collapse if the baffle raged on. I scrambled to my back, my eyes wide as I watched the carnage. I had seen Calhoun fight before he was a whirlwind of teeth and claws, a god of the battlefield but Azrael was something else entirely. He wasn't just a monstrous powerful creature he was a force of n