Semua Bab Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance): Bab 111 - Bab 120

SIBYLThe vision hits me like lightning. I'm standing at the edge of the battlefield. Non-combatant. Observer. Seer.Then suddenly I'm everywhere. All times. All possibilities. All futures colliding in my mind.I see:Future One: Parliamentary hunters overwhelm the Rookeries. Everyone dies. Bodies piled. Hermetic Order collects corpses. Mass experimentation on the dead. London's supernatural community crushed permanently.Future Two: Callum kills Cormac. Wolves rally. Drive back Parliamentary forces. Victory. But the cost: Callum dies from wounds. Valentina dies covering his retreat. Isla dies treating casualties. Everyone I love: dead. Victory is ashes.Future Three: Hermetic Order spell activates. Everyone captured. Both sides. Wolves, vampires, fae, dragons. All become experimental subjects. Imprisoned. Studied. Bred. Used. Living death worse than actual death.Future Four: They escape. Somehow. Retreat before the trap closes. Survive. But lose everything. Rookeries burned. Communi

COUNTESS ISOLDE VON NACHTSI arrive at the Rookeries three hours late. Traffic. London's mortal infrastructure is tediously slow.Nine hundred years of existence teaches patience. But today patience costs lives.The battlefield is silent when I arrive. Wrong. Battles are never silent. Screaming, gunfire, dying. Always noise.This silence is magical. Containment. Spell-work.I see the golden circle. Hermetic magic. Advanced. Powerful. Containing hundreds of fighters.All frozen. Paralyzed. Aware but immobile.Trucks are loading them. Mages dragging bodies. Sorting by species. Cataloging like livestock.My fury is instant. Ancient. Overwhelming."STOP." My voice carries. Nine centuries of power behind it. Every being within a mile feels it.The mages freeze. Not from spell. From fear. They recognize my presence. My age. My authority.I approach the circle. Professor Fell is directing the loading. He turns. Sees me. Goes pale."Countess von Nachts." He tries to compose himself. "This is

SILASI emerge from my hiding spot. Documentation in hand. Time to end this properly.The battlefield is chaos. Fighters scattered. Mages fleeing. Hunters confused. No clear sides anymore. Just violence.I climb onto a ruined wall. High point. Visible."EVERYONE STOP!" I shout. Loud as possible.Some people hear. Look up. Most keep fighting.I pull out the documents. Hold them high. "I HAVE EVIDENCE! HERMETIC ORDER'S FULL PLAN! EVERYONE NEEDS TO HEAR THIS!"More people stop. Curious. Suspicious. Desperate for explanation.Count Alteroni appears beside me. Amplifies my voice magically. Now everyone can hear."These documents," I shout, "were stolen from Hermetic Order archives. They detail everything. The full plan. Mass imprisonment approved by only half Parliament. Illegal under supernatural law. Hybrid experiments detailed. War crimes. Mordaunt's involvement proven. Cormac's payments documented. Everything."The battlefield goes quiet. Everyone listening now.I read from the first d

CORMACI'm running. Alpha doesn't run. Leaders don't flee. But I'm doing both.Behind me, twelve enforcers. All that's left of my thirty. The others: dead, captured, or abandoned.My pack. My authority. My power. Crumbling.We reach the rendezvous point. Abandoned warehouse. Should be safe.Should be.My enforcers are looking at me. Waiting for orders. Expecting leadership.I have nothing.The battle exposed everything. My alliance with vampires. My payments from Hermetic Order. My betrayal of wolves for human gold.Silas revealed it publicly. Everyone heard. Can't deny. Can't explain away.I'm Alpha who sold wolves to humans. Unforgivable. Permanent stain."Alpha, what are your orders?" Beta Marcus asks. Loyal. Still trying to follow. Still believing.I look at him. At all of them. Young wolves who trusted me. Followed me. Killed for me.And I led them into massacre. For money. For power. For ambition."Don't call me that anymore," I say quietly."Sir?""Don't call me Alpha. I'm not.

VALENTINAI'm not dead. Not completely. Not yet.I can hear. Can think. Can't move. Can't speak. Body shut down but consciousness remains.Trapped. Aware. Dying slowly.This is worse than death. This is the space between. Purgatory. Limbo. Whatever name applies.I hear Callum crying. Feel his hand holding mine. Hear Isla calling time of death.No. Not yet. Not gone yet.I try to speak. Nothing. Vocal cords don't work. Lungs aren't breathing. Heart isn't beating.But mind is screaming. Still here. Still conscious. Still fighting.Then something changes. Awareness sharpens. Sound gets clearer.Isla's voice. "Wait. There's residual brain activity. She's not fully gone.""What?" Callum. Desperate. Hopeful."Clinical death. Heart stopped. Breathing stopped. But brain's still functioning. We have maybe five minutes before it's permanent.""Then do something! Restart her heart! Give her CPR! Anything!""Won't work. Silver poisoning shut down organs. Restarting heart won't fix poison. She'll