Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

POV: JACKSON"I'm not entirely sure yet, but I suspect Evelyn is involved too. She acted really strangely when we visited Blake the other day. I genuinely believe she knows that Blake was the small whisperer," Saint said to Chris and I as we sat in my study, the late afternoon light slanting through the windows and doing little to lighten the mood in the room.He recounted what Tom had shared with him about Blake being the child in his head, as well as Mateo's suspicions regarding Sam. He also mentioned Mateo claiming to have seen Sam hiding behind the trees the day Ava attacked him. This only reinforced what Owen had said: Sam is behind all this chaos. One of my trusted friends. The words settled over me like a stone dropped into still water, rippling outward until they touched every memory I had of him.But why?Sam, Chris, Lyn, Samantha, and I all grew up together. During our teenage years, we spent a lot of time together, even though he and Samantha were a few years older than us.

POV: JACKSON"What's happening?" I asked a warrior as I walked up to him. He was sitting by himself under a tree, which puzzled me. They were supposed to be in groups, and the sight of him alone, legs stretched out and posture relaxed, set off a small warning bell in the back of my mind before I'd even reached him.He nodded slightly before responding, "I decided to take a break before moving on." He stood up as he spoke, brushing dirt and leaves from his pants, looking slightly embarrassed to be caught resting."Where are the others? Why are you by yourself?""He told us to spread out when we arrived, so the others have gone pretty far," he explained. Looking closely, I realized he seemed more like one of the younger warriors and not someone who was well-trained, his frame still lean with youth, lacking the hardened bulk of the veterans I usually sent on serious patrols."What group are you in?""Under 17," he answered, and something in my chest tightened at that. Children. Sam had s

POV: SAINT"Should I tell you a horror story?" Evelyn asked. Her voice was quiet, almost wry, though there was nothing light in the way her eyes had gone distant, fixed somewhere past the walls of the room. Then she proceeded. "When I was seventeen, I felt both nervous and excited about finding a mate. Almost every day, I prayed for a kind and loving partner. I dreamed of having lots of pups running around the house while I yelled at them to stop making a mess. That was what I wanted." She looked at Blake, gently brushing his hair, even though it wasn't dirty, her fingers moving through it with the kind of absent, practiced tenderness that only comes from years of doing it.I stayed quiet, sensing that whatever she was about to tell me had been sitting inside her for a long time, waiting for someone willing to listen. There was something almost ceremonial in the way she'd asked the question, as if she'd rehearsed this moment in her head more than once, imagining who she might eventual

POV:SAINT "Don't you think you're moving a bit slow for someone eager to be rid of me?" Evelyn remarked, raising an eyebrow with a condescending smirk. There was something almost admirable in the way she still managed to sound unshaken, even now, even with everything stacked against her. Sam yanked her hair, pulling her up while Blake started to cry, clinging to his mother's dress, his small fingers twisting into the fabric as though it might anchor him against whatever came next. "You really believe I can't kill you?" He laughed loudly, as if the situation amused him, the sound echoing unpleasantly off the cramped walls. "Do you think you matter to me? I would easily ruin your pathetic life if it weren't for having to take care of my precious Blake, you foolish woman." He tossed her onto the floor. Her scream of pain made it clear she had landed hard on her hands. I quickly got back on my feet and rushed over to assist her, my own body still protesting every movement after the bea

POV: SAINTWe took a different path, believing it would keep us safer from being discovered, and it worked. For a while, the three of us moving quietly through the underbrush, Evelyn carrying Blake against her hip despite her weak arms, every rustle of leaves making my pulse spike. I kept glancing back over my shoulder, half-convinced I could still feel eyes on us even though the trees behind us stayed empty each time I checked, the silence somehow more unnerving than if we'd heard footsteps outright. Evelyn moved with a quiet determination despite her exhaustion, her eyes fixed forward, occasionally murmuring something soft to Blake to keep him calm. For a few minutes, it almost felt like we might actually make it, until Evelyn suddenly collapsed, causing Blake to tumble off her. She began to scream as she rolled on the ground, her body twisting in a way that told me instantly this wasn't exhaustion or a stumble but something deliberate, something being done to her.I quickly transf