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I asked. The mage smiled, nodding. "The chosen Omega has awakened, her wolf eager to challenge corrupt leaders." "How powerful is this Omega?" I inquired. The mage smirked. "She's as powerful as ten Alphas combined, with divine gifts to see visions and heal the sick." I was stunned. Such a powerful Omega existed, and I'd never heard of her? Emilia sighed deeply. "Can this Omega see gods and goddesses?" The mage nodded intently. "Give me your hand, Emilia."

Within the battleground, James could sense the accumulation of this uncanny energy, which dissipated in one second and merged with heaven and earth in the next. Upon hearing the powerful figures muttering in the distance, James murmured, “What is the Omniscience Path? Is it really that awesome?”

Elias wanted me gone. Not yet. I staggered out of the room, my hand scraped against the wall. My chest heaved. I needed Lumen the real Lumen before my stepbrother’s dogs found me. I needed him to keep my body when I fall into hibernation. And then… A scent. It hit me like fire,it cut through the haze of iron’s veil in my system. Sweet. Pure. Untainted. Not mortal. Not like anything I had ever smelt in centuries.

I ask. "Oh come on Elle, think about it. If your sister and Martin meet, she'll definitely try to trigger his memories in order to save herself and if there's one thing about amnesia, it's that only the memories are gone but the deep rooted feelings still remain. Only Gabriella has the ability to trigger Martin's emotions and if that happens, he'll slowly start to get his memory back and that won't be good for us." She explains and I understood where she was coming from but is she really able to trigger his memories?

I’m sure she is shocked. Shoot. I was blown away when they told me everything about the pack. I must say it is cool the way the pack can read minds. However, I haven’t gotten too far in my training, so I’m stumbling around with it. I’m still not really sure what or if I have an ability besides the ability of reading minds I have gained when I joined the pack, but the Supreme Elder has told me that omegas are almost always guaranteed to have at least one ability if not two or three. I still haven’t gotten enough courage to ask Alpha Wyatt what my ability or abilities are.

And a light went on in my head. The book was hidden in that territory, kept secret under the magic of a sacrifice that only Octavius and I knew what it would be. I closed my eyes, looking inside my head for some memory regarding that book. There was nothing. Only the memories already known about the book hidden in the human Catholic school, its copy. The true specimen was still trapped in hell, imprisoned in the territory of Octavius, and only at that moment it occurred to me that the creatures could know how to escape to the human world by having access to that book as well, which would make Octavius one of the greatest suspects about my true enemy.

“That has always been your problem, Imogene. You have always felt like you were more powerful than you really are. You also think you’re smarter than everyone else. I knew it would be your demise. I just didn’t know when the end would come.” High Priestess Owlyn walks toward Imogene. Her feet are now on the floor, and another blue tether is wrapping around her body. The High Priestess starts to softly chant while touching Imogene’s forehead. Imogene’s head flies back, and she screams out with purple coming from her eyes, ears, and open mouth.

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

Prophecy. Then darkness descends, leaving only distant awareness of Alaric's desperate fury echoing through our bond gradually muffled by the specialized compound designed to mask even mate connection temporarily. My last sensation before awareness fades completely – protective hand resting over our growing child, not my own, but captor's. Cassius's clinical interest in prophesied life I carry. Not death. Not destruction. Acquisition.

A hard and wild emotion only an overly privileged omega can enjoy. I am a hybrid born naturally from parents from same ethnicity. With my parents being wolves and myself a hybrid of a wolf and a mage, I feel overly excited. I am thankful to moon goddess for this blessing. She's probably felt the heat of my burning tears, and sensed the impact and pain of humiliation the others caused to me, and decided to answer my hardships with the best reward.