The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 136

The camp was still shrouded in the hush of grief when we returned. The makeshift tents swayed gently in the night breeze, and the only sounds were the distant crackling of fire and hushed conversations. The air was thick with exhaustion, but more than that-

with loss.

Even with the help of the Umbral Society and the neighboring town, nothing could truly replace what had been lost. People wandered like phantoms, their faces hollowed by sorrow, their movements sluggish.

The attack had changed everything.

We found Eira waiting for us near the largest tent, arms crossed as if she had been expecting us. “Did you find what you needed?”

Austin lifted the book we retrieved from the library, tapping the worn leather cover. “We got it.”

She nodded, then her gaze swept over us. “Then you don’t have time to waste.”

Packing Up and Goodbyes

It didn’t take long to pack. None of us had much to begin with, and we only grabbed the essentials: a few changes of clothes, weapons, and some food. The journey ahead was uncertain, and we needed to be prepared for anything.

As I zipped up my bag, Savannah approached, her blue eyes filled with concern. “Be careful, Stormi.”

I gave her a small smile. “I always am.”

She snorted. “No, you’re not.”

I huffed a laugh. “Okay, fine. I’ll try to be.”

She pulled me into a tight hug. “We’ll hold down the fort here. Just… come back in one piece, alright?”

“I will.”

One by one, our friends and the remaining pack members bid us farewell. Some clapped us on the back, others offered quiet nods.

But then, Eira did something unexpected–she tossed a set of car keys to Isaiah.

He caught them with a frown. “Can’t we just use the one we used earlier.” He said motioning to the truck we used earlier.

Eira smirked. “You need this one.”

Curious, we followed her to the edge of the camp, where an old, beaten–down Toyota Camry sat in the dim moonlight.

Alex scoffed, folding his arms. “Oh, fantastic. A grandma car.”

Austin snorted. “This thing looks like it’s held together with duct tape.”

Eira didn’t respond. Instead, she simply pressed the key fob.

In an instant, the car began to shift.

The rusted edges smoothed, the dull paint gleamed, and before our eyes, the Toyota Camry morphed into a chariot drawn by powerful, midnight–black horses.

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Chapter 130

Austin took a step back. “What the-?”

Eira pressed the key again.

The chariot twisted and reformed into a military–style jeep. Another press–a sleek luxury SUV. Again–a red sports car.

Then, with a final press, it returned to the original Toyota Camry.

Isaiah whistled, inspecting the keys. “Not bad.”

Austin, still staring at the now–boring–looking car, crossed his arms. Okay, but why not keep it as a jeep?”

Eira sighed. “Because you don’t want to stand out. You don’t know who’s watching. A group of strangers rolling into a new town in a fancy car? That’s how you get noticed.”

I nodded. “She’s right. We need to be careful.”

Eira turned to me then, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Stormi, trust yourself. Trust your wolf. You’re stronger than you think.”

A lump formed in my throat, but I nodded. “I will.”

Savannah stepped forward, giving each of us a hug before stepping back. “Go save the world or whatever.”

Isaiah smirked. “That’s the plan.”

Just as we were about to get into the car, we realized someone was missing.