All Chapters of The Omega Luna's Revenge : Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

We ran through the morning without stopping.The forest changed character as we moved further north, becoming denser and older, the trees wider spaced but individually larger, the kind of forest that had not been cleared or managed in centuries and had developed its own internal logic as a result. Light came through the canopy in long angled columns that moved as the sun rose, shifting the shadows in ways that made distances harder to judge. Old forest played tricks with perception. You could run for an hour and feel like you had covered two miles and then look back and realise you had covered ten.I had trained in forests like this with Kael twenty years ago.He had chosen his hidden sanctuary deliberately in terrain that confused outsiders and rewarded people who had learned to read it properly. He had spent weeks teaching me how to navigate by things other than visible landmarks. The quality of sound, the way moss grew on specific surfaces, the particular smell of different soil ty

The corridor to the circular room felt different.Not physically. The stones were the same, the candles in their brackets the same candles, the faint smell of old wood and cold air the same smell it had always been. But the quality of moving through it had changed the way the quality of air changes before a storm. A pressure that was not quite pressure. A sense of something enormous occupying the same space as ordinary things without displacing them.Kael felt it beside me. I could see it in the way he moved, slower than his usual pace, his wolf nature responding to something his human mind did not yet have language for.The door to the circular room was open.Cassandra was standing just outside it, which told me something immediately. Cassandra did not retreat from things. She moved toward them. The fact that she was standing in the corridor rather than inside the room meant the inside of the room had become something that required a decision to enter rather than simply a space you w

The invitations went out on a Tuesday.Sarah drafted them with the careful precision she brought to everything that needed to be exactly right. Not too formal, which would signal ceremony over urgency. Not too casual, which would allow dismissal. The language was specific and direct. A summit of all pack Alphas and senior Betas was called on the grounds of a major announcement regarding the resolution of the void threat and a matter of continental significance affecting all pack territories.Every Alpha on the continent received one.We sent them simultaneously, through multiple channels, so that no single network could intercept and suppress the information before it spread. Paper copies through a trusted courier wolf. Crystal transmissions through independent frequencies. And through the informal network of Beta-level contacts that Sarah had been cultivating quietly for twenty years, a network so distributed and low profile that the coalition had never identified it as a network at

The valley emptied slowly over the following two days.Not because wolves were reluctant to leave. Because the kind of conversations that had been started on summit day needed time to complete themselves, and the kind of alliances being formed in the aftermath needed the informal contact of shared meals and morning walks and the particular honesty that came from being in neutral territory away from the responsibilities of home.I stayed for both days.Not in the formal sessions, which wound down by the second morning into smaller working groups that Sarah and the oversight body managed without needing my presence. I stayed in the informal spaces. The conversations at the edges of the valley. The quiet exchanges with Alphas who had processed the first day’s information overnight and arrived at the second day with different questions. More personal ones. Less about the mechanics of what had happened and more about what it meant.What it meant for how they had been leading.What it meant