Todos os capítulos de Rogue's Omega: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 156

The Book didn't speak in words. It spoke in feelings—a pull beneath my ribs, a warmth that spread through my chest, a whisper that sounded like my own voice but older.I woke in the deepest dark, the room cold and still, my heart already pounding. The Book was on my desk where I'd left it, but it was open now, its pages turning without wind. I sat up slowly, my breath misting in the air, and I watched the silver script shift and rearrange itself like water finding a new path.Three months. For three months the Book had been quiet, resting in my care, its pages showing only the genealogies I had already read a hundred times. But tonight it was awake. Tonight it wanted something.I swung my legs out of bed and crossed the room on bare feet. The floor was freezing, but I didn't care. The pull was too strong. The Book glowed faintly, and as I drew closer, I saw that the pages were no longer filled with names. They were filled with lines and shapes. A map.The lines formed coastlines and r

"When I was nineteen, before I met your fathers, I had a dream about a lake," I said. "A lake with a stone building on its shore. And a woman singing in a language I didn't know."The study was quiet. The fire had burned down to embers, and the morning light was still pale through the windows. My children sat around me—Theron in the chair by the desk, Mirren on the floor with her spirit-wolf curled beside her, Sable perched on the arm of the sofa with her legs tucked under her. They were all watching me with the same expression: a mix of confusion and something that might have been fear.I didn't blame them. I had kept this secret for thirty years, and now it was spilling out of me like water through a cracked dam."I was nineteen," I said again, and my voice was distant. "The pack had just sent me into the snow to die. I was burning with heat serum, and I was sure I was going to freeze to death. But before Bastian found me, I dreamed." I paused, and the memory rose up like smoke. "A

The building wasn't a building. It was a temple—or had been, once. The stones were covered in carvings, the same symbols from the Book of Blood, worn by centuries of wind and water.I stopped at the threshold and let my eyes adjust to the dimness. The structure was larger than it had looked from the ridge, its walls rising higher than I'd expected, its entrance framed by pillars that leaned like old men. Moss and ivy crawled over every surface, and the air inside smelled of stone and water and something older. Something sacred.Papa Caelum stood beside me, his breath slow and even. I could feel his awe through the bond web, but also his wariness. He had dreamed of this place for thirty years, and now that he was finally here, he didn't know what to do with himself."It's real," he murmured, and his voice echoed in the stillness. "The carvings. The symbols. It's all real."Mirren moved past us, her spirit-wolf glowing faintly in the gloom. She reached out and touched one of the carving