The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 101

The Omega: Mated To The Four

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We drove to the outskirts of town, following the directions given to us.

The further we went, the more the landscape changed. The trees grew taller, their trunks thicker, their branches tangled like skeletal fingers reaching toward the sky.

And the sounds-

Or rather, the lack of them.

At first, I barely noticed. The car’s engine still hummed, the tires stil crunched against the dirt road. But as Alex pulled to a stop near an old, weathered sign, I finally realized what was missing.

The world had gone silent.

No birds.

No wind.

Nothing

Isaiah exhaled. “This is it.”

We stepped out of the car.

The forest loomed ahead of us, a black mass of twisting branches.

Austin let out a nervous laugh. “Great. A creepy, haunted forest. Exactly what I wanted.”

Isaiah smirked. “Scared?”

Austin scoffed. “No. Just… cautious.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Let’s go.”

We stepped into the forest.

And immediately, the silence wrapped around us like a vice.

It was like stepping into another world.

Every step felt too loud. The snapping of twigs beneath our boots echoed, filling the space where the sounds of nature should have been.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. If there was magic here, we needed to move carefully.

The air was dense, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying wood. My wolt sued inside me, restless and alert. Something wasn’t right.

I turned to the others.

Elijah stood beside me, his shoulders tense. Isaiah surveyed the area eyes narrowed as if he could see couldn’t. Austin stretched, pretending to be casual, but the way his gers twitched at his sides gave away his nerves. Alex, of something the rest of us

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course, rolled his shoulders and smirked.

“Well,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “it doesn’t look that creepy.”

Austin scoffed. “Yeah? Try listening to the fact that there’s no sound”

He was right. The eerie silence stretched around us, pressing against my skin like an invisible weight.

The whispering willows loomed ahead, twisted and dry, their once–flowing branches frozen in time. Many had been cut down, their fallen trunks rotting into the earth. A graveyard of trees.

Our boots crunched softly against the dirt. As we moved deeper into the grove, I felt it. A pull. It was faint but unmistakable.

Something deep within me recognized this place. The sensation was like a tug inside my chest, a string of energy connecting me to the land.

I faltered for a moment, my fingers brushing against one of the tree trunks.

It was cold–colder than it should have been.

Stormi…

My wolf’s voice echoed in my mind, urgent yet curious. She felt it too.

“Something wrong?” Elijah’s voice was quiet but watchful.

I shook my head, though I knew we both felt the same unease.

Austin exhaled loudly, breaking the tension. “Well, the old man was right. This place is dead.”

He kicked at a fallen branch, watching it crumble into dust. “Nothing magical here.”

Alex grinned. “Damn. I was hoping for floating ghosts or tree spirits. What a letdown.”

Elijah suddenly crouched down, studying something on the ground. His brows furrowed in concentration.

Alex leaned over him, flicking his fingers. A small flame appeared at his fingertips, casting an orange glow onto the dirt.

“What is it?” I asked, stepping closer.

Elijah traced a finger over the earth. “A boundary line.”

I inhaled sharply as the firelight revealed a pattern–a circle etched into the ground, surrounding the entire grove.

Isaiah’s voice was grim. “The trees weren’t just cut down. They were silenced.”

The weight of his words pressed down on all of us.

I knelt beside Elijah, my fingers brushing over the edge of the boundary. It was faint but alive. I could feel the magic humming beneath my skin.

“This isn’t just any spell,” Elijah muttered “It’s ancient.”

swallowed hard. I didn’t know how I knew, but… I needed to cross

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Every part of me screamed that I was supposed to.

I stepped forward, but before I could move past the line, Elijah’s hard shot out, grabbing my wrist.

“Stormi, wait.” His grip was firm, his amber eyes dark with concern. We don’t know what kind of spell this is.”

“I know.” I met his gaze. “But I have to do this.”

For a moment, he hesitated. Then, slowly, he released my wrist, nodding once.

I took a deep breath–then stepped over the line.

The air shifted instantly.

The trees around me groaned, their branches trembling. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the grove, and then-

The whispers began.

Low and soft, they slithered through the air, wrapping around us like invisible vines.

I flinched. The voices weren’t human.

They murmured, overlapping, weaving together an endless stream of words. Some were in languages I didn’t recognize, and others were fragments of secrets.

-He betrayed his own blood…

-She never told them the truth…

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-They are coming. They are watching.

I clamped my hands over my ears, but it didn’t help. The voices were inside my mind.

The others stumbled behind me, their eyes wide with shock.

“Elijah!” Isaiah called, his voice barely cutting through the whispers “The spell–what is it doing?”

Elijah shook his head, struggling to focus. “They’re speaking in riddles-”

-they’re overwhelming us,” Austin gritted out.

Isaiah squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling deeply. Then, slowly, his expression shifted.

I recognized that look–his ability.

Isaiah had a rare gift. He could focus on multiple layers of sound at once, breaking them apart and finding meaning.

His breathing slowed as he honed in, filtering through the storm of oices.