Todos os capítulos de Rogue's Omega: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

I stood at the edge of the celebration, watching my family dance and laugh, and felt the familiar ache of being both inside and outside at once.The spring festival had turned Silver Hollow into a riot of color and sound. Lanterns swayed from every branch, and the smell of roasting meat and honey cakes drifted through the air. Wolves of all ages filled the main clearing, dancing in circles, clapping their hands, howling at the moon that hung low and fat over the mountains. My little sister Sable was in the center of it all, her white wolf flickering in and out as she chased a group of pups in a wild game of tag. Mirren sat on a bench near the fire, her spirit-wolf a silver glow at her side, laughing at something Papa Archer said. My fathers were scattered through the crowd: Papa Bastian standing near the food tables with his arms crossed, pretending he wasn't enjoying the music; Papa Kellan deep in conversation with Maren and Sera, probably discussing something important even during a

"Theron didn't just die in the fire," Bastian said. "He left something behind. Something hidden. The dreams aren't just memories—they're instructions."I lay frozen in the circle of his arms, the warmth of our lovemaking fading into a cold that had nothing to do with the cabin. The fire had burned down to embers, casting long shadows across the walls, and the wind outside had gone still. The world felt suspended, holding its breath."What do you mean, instructions?" My voice came out hoarse.Bastian shifted beside me, and the furs rustled. He didn't meet my eyes. He stared at the dying fire, his jaw tight, his hand still pressed over my heart. "The first Theron wasn't just a martyr. He was a keeper. He spent his whole life gathering something. Protecting something. A record of the original Moon-Wolf line. The full genealogy, tracing back to the Luminara herself."I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing. "That's what the book is. The one in the dreams. The one that doesn't burn.""The

"Verro isn't just a collector," Maelis said. "He's a fanatic. He believes Moon-Wolf blood can grant immortality. He's been hunting us for decades."The council hall felt colder than it had in months. The spring festival decorations had been taken down, and the long table was covered in maps and reports instead of flowers. My fathers sat around me in a loose semicircle: Papa Caelum at my right, his presence a steady warmth in the bond web; Papa Bastian on my left, his gold eyes hard and watchful; Papa Kellan at the table's head, already sorting through the documents Maelis had brought; Papa Archer near the window, his healer's hands folded in his lap but his attention sharp.Maelis stood at the center of the room like a messenger of bad news. She was ancient now, her silver braid thin and her body frail, but her voice carried the same authority it had when she first came to Silver Hollow years ago. Beside her, Serin sat with a leather folder open in front of her, her eastern records sp

Verro looked ordinary. That was the terrifying part. He could have been anyone's grandfather. White-haired, kind-eyed, soft-spoken. Then he smiled, and his teeth were too sharp.I stood at the edge of the lava field with my heart hammering against my ribs. The silver light from the cave carvings bathed Verro's face, and his eyes burned like embers in the dark. He didn't move. He didn't attack. He just stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, patient as a spider."You came after all," Verro said, and his voice was smooth and warm. "I was beginning to think you'd lost your nerve, boy."Papa Caelum's hand closed on my shoulder, and I felt the bond web flare with his protectiveness. Behind me, Papa Bastian growled low in his throat. Papa Kellan shifted his weight, and I knew without looking that he was already calculating escape routes and attack angles. Papa Archer's hands were glowing faintly, his healer's gift ready.But I didn't step back. This was my fight. My legacy. The

The book didn't just reject him. It judged him. And the judgment was merciless.I pushed myself up from the cave floor, my head still ringing from the impact against the stone. The silver light from the Book of Blood filled the chamber like a second sun, so bright I could barely see. Through the bond web, I felt my fathers' alarm and their fury, but I couldn't look away from Verro.He was on his knees at the pedestal, his hand still wrapped around the Book. But the hand was no longer the pale, smooth hand of a wealthy alpha. It was blackened, charred, the skin cracking and flaking away. Silver fire raced up his arm, and the smell of burning flesh filled the chamber. Verro howled, and the sound was no longer triumphant. It was the sound of a man who had reached for the sun and been burned down to the bone."It burns," Verro screamed, and his voice cracked. "Why does it burn? I've waited fifty years. I've prepared. I've sacrificed. Why does it reject me?"Papa Caelum grabbed my arm and