The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 75 Chapter Seventy Five-1 I woke up breathless, tangled in my sheets, my cheeks burning with both embarrassment and confusion. The whole night I was haunted by a dream that felt too real, too raw. In it, the twins-Austin and Alex-they touched and kissedigniting a fire 1 couldn't control.

As we gathered for another lesson with Eira the remnants of my dream lingered. Her sharp gaze swept over us, and I could tell the had something serious planned.

"Today, we'll be focusing on practical battle strategies," Eira began. But before she could continue, her phone rang, she frowned, as she pulled it out, glancing at the glowing screen. "Excuse me," she muttered, answering the call.

She listened intently as the voice on the other end grew urgent.

Eira began pacing the room, her expression more serious than I'd ever seen it.

The rest of us exchanged puzzled looks. Who would be calling Eira, and more importantly, I never even thought she had a phone.

I couldn't help myself. "Wait a second. I thought witches used crystal balls to communicate, not phones." Eira shota withering glare as she ended the call. "Crystal balls are highly overrated. They're bulky, require way too much energy, and don't even have a speaker option. Phones are far more practical Isaiah snickered under his breath, and Alex gavea nudge. "Guess not everything about witches is stuck in the past," he whispered.

Eira ignored us, her attention shifting back to the conversation she had just finished. Her expression was grim. "A town in Armania is under attack. It's the Children of the Eclipse." Eira rolled her eyes, clearly not in the mood for jokes. "I'll need to leave immediately." "Take us with you," I said, standing up.

"No," Eira snapped, her tone brooking no argument. "This is not a training exercise. It's a real battle, with real danger. You're not ready." "But that's the point," I argued. "We need to face real danger if we're ever going to be ready. You've said it yourself-we can't afford to be unprepared." Eira hesitated, clearly torn. After a long moment, she sighed. "Fine. But you must follow my lead. No heroics, no reckless decisions. Do you understand?" We nodded, and Eira retrieved her wand, chanting under her breath. Her eyes glowed as a swirling portal opened before us, its energy pulling at the edges of reality. "Hold on," she warned.

The sensation of being sucked through the portal was like being caught in a whirlpool. My stomach churned, and the moment we landed, both Isaiah and I dropped to our knees, heaving.

"It's normal," Eira said briskly, helping us up.

The scene before us was chaos. Villagers were screaming, running for cover as buildings burned. Shadows danced ominously, moving with a life of their own. A second portal opened, and six witches emerged, their uniforms sleek and battle- ready.

The witches wore white bodices that clung like second skins, intricate patterns etched into the fabric resembling protective runes. Their dark, pleated skirts shifted with an almost otherworldly grace, and their rugged, fingerless gloves gave them a dangerous edge.

1/2 Chapter Seventy Five-1 Crowns that shimmered like molten silver adorned their heads, framing them as warriors and queens. Moments later, ten wolves appeared, their fur bristling with aggression. They were accompanied by a striking woman who radiated alpha energy. Her piercing eyes met Eira's, and she stepped forward. Eira," she said, her voice steady but urgent. "Three umbrakins are attacking the eastern edge of the town. We've held them back as much as we can, but they're relentless." Eira nodded, her tone clipped. "Understood. We'll join the fight." Before we could move, the streetlights flickered, then burst, plunging the village into eerie darkness. A bone- chilling laugh echoed through the air, followed by a low hum that seemed to resonate in my chest.

"They're here," Eira said grimly.

Out of the shadows, ten witches emerged, dressed in dark robes adorned with animal skulls and necklaces made of bones. The light of the moon glinted off their skeletal masks, giving them an unholy appearance. One of them stepped forward, her face painted like a human skull, the hollow black eyes fixated on me. Chapter Comments Visitor POST COMMENT sorry but ruined is how it is spelt. again madelook it up cause my mind is in second guess mode. keepingon my toes.

VIEW 1 COMMENT: LIKE 2/2 The Omega: Mated To The Four Chapter Seventy Five-2 "I thought I smelled a silver wolf," she said, her voice like nails on glass.

I froze. That voice was unmistakable. "The Shadow Weaver," I whispered, loud enough for my mates to hear.

"I thought you took my advice and ran," she sneered. "You've been hiding well, Stormi. I looked and looked, but I couldn't find your shadow. And now, here you are." "I'm not afraid of you," I said, stepping forward, my voice steady despite the fear coiling in my stomach.

"You should be," she hissed. Her shadow extended, growing and twisting into the shape of a monstrous wolf with glowing red eyes. Its maw opened wide, releasing a soundless roar that shook the ground, Eira's voice rang out sharply. "Stormi, wait!" My wolf tore free, and the moon essence I had absorbed earlier surged through me, lighting up my fur with a silver glow. The illumination spread across the street, casting away the oppressive darkness. The sight of my glowing silver wolf towering over everyone in the square gavea surge of confidence.

I lunged at the shadow wolf, jaws snapping. It dispersed into mist the moment I made contact, reforming behindwith terrifying - speed. I spun around, narrowly avoiding its claws as they slashed through the air.

The battle erupted around me. My mates were already in action. Elijah summoned his Lunar Shield, deflecting a barrage of dark magic aimed at him. Beside him, Alex unleashed streams of lunar fire, the blue flames cutting through the shadows like a knife through fabric.

Isaiah disappeared into the darkness, using his Shadow Step to strike at the Children of the Eclipse from unexpected angles. One moment, he was behind them; the next, he was slicing through their defenses with blades forged from shadows.

Austin's ice surged across the ground, freezing the legs of the umbrakins as they tried to attack the villagers. His frost-coated sword cut through the creatures with brutal efficiency.

But the Children of the Eclipse were no ordinary foes. Their dark magic was wild and unpredictable, their attacks relentless. One of them, a woman with glowing yellow eyes, raised her hands, and a wave of shadowy chains erupted from the ground, ensnaring my legs and pullingdown.

The wolves fought valiantly against the umbrakins, their snarls and growls filling the air. The alpha wolf, a massive creature with silver streaks in her fur, leaped at one of the umbrakins, her teeth sinking into its neck. A second witch stepped forward, a spear of pure darkness forming in her hands.

"Stormi!" Elijah's voice was frantic as he fought to reach me, but he was blocked by a wall of shadows.

The spear struckin the hip, searing pain radiating through my body. I howled, the sound raw and desperate, before collapsing to the ground.

My mates fought harder, their fury palpable. Elijah broke through the shadow wall, his shield smashing into the witch holding the chains. The others joined him, their combined powers overwhelming the remaining witches.

The wolves battled the umbrakins with equal ferocity, their fangs and claws tearing through the shadowy beasts. The village was a cacophony of growls, screams, and the clash of magic.

Finally, the tide turned. The remaining Children of the Eclipse retreated, their etreated th forms dissolving into the shadows as they vanished. The umbrakins fell one by one, their bodies disintegrating into ash. 1/2 Chapter Seventy Five-2 "Regroup!" Eira's voice cut through the chaos. "Protect Stormi at all costs!" Elijah scoopedup in his arms, his shield shimmering around us as he carriedaway from the center of the fight. My vision blurred, and the pain in my hip made it hard to focus.

The Shadow Weaver's laughter echoed in my ears. "You can't win, little wolf. The shadows always consthe light." "She's hurt," Alex said, his voice tight with worry.

"I'm fine," I murmured, though the pain in my hip said otherwise.

"You're not," Elijah said firmly. "Let's get her back." The last thing I saw before darkness claimedwas the concerned faces of my mates.

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