The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 149

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orning air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of freshly baked bread, roasted nuts, and the faint perfume of blooming

As Isaiah, Alex and 1 stepped onto the cobblestone streets of the festival grounds, we were met with a vibrant display of color and sound. Stalls lined the streets, covered with delicate lacework that caught the morning light, transforming into intricate patterns of shadow and texture.

Women and men, young and old, worked deftly with wooden bobbins weaving the fine threads into breathtaking designs. Tables overflowed with lace scarves, embroidered veils, and even small lace figurines. The air buzzed with laughter and lively conversation in a language I didn’t quite understand, yet somehow, thanks to Eiras magic, I felt the meaning of every word.

“This is… beautiful,” I breathed, running my fingers along the delicate edge of a lace–trimmed handkerchief.

Isaiah smirked. “You just wanted an excuse to run around town.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can’t I just appreciate something for once?”

Alex snorted. “Appreciate it? I think you’re obsessed.” He reached over and plucked a lace–trimmed scarf from a vendor’s stall, wrapping it dramatically around his shoulders. “What do you think? Elegant enough for a prince?”

I snorted. “You look ridiculous.”

Isaiah shook his head. “I think it suits him. He’s always been dramatic.”

“Hey!” Alex pouted, but before he could argue further, we stumbled upon a lace–making demonstration where elderly women sat at long wooden tables, their fingers moving swiftly over intricate lacework.

I watched in fascination as the women maneuvered their bobbins with effortless precision, twisting and crossing the threads into patterns that looked far too complex for human hands.

“I can’t believe we stumbled into a festival,” I said, my eyes shining as I examined a lace–trimmed scarf one of the women was making. “It’s beautiful.”

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Isaiah smirked. “Again like I said You just wanted an excuse to run around town.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, but before I could say anything, Alex elbowed me playfully. “Admit it, you’re excited about this lace- making thing.”

“I just think it’s cool,” I defended, picking up a delicate lace doily and running my fingers over the intricate patterns. “Besides, I don’t get to do normal things often. This feels… peaceful.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Isaiah said. “We’re back to fighting shadow creatures tomorrow.”

Alex sighed dramatically. “Don’t remind me.”

We watched as the elderly women worked deftly with tiny wooden bobbins, weaving intricate designs faster than I could follow.

“I bet I could do that,” Alex said confidently.

Isaiah raised an eyebrow. “You’re too impatient.”

“Watch me.”

We ended up joining a small class where festival–goers could try lace making ourselves. Alex struggled immediately, cursing under his breath as the delicate threads tangled in his fingers. Surprisingly I was decent at it, and Isaiah, being the perfectionist he was,

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picked it up quickly.

After about an hour, Isaiah grinned and held up his finished piece–lace veil, delicate and beautifully woven.

“For you,” he said, placing it gently on my head.

I laughed, adjusting it slightly. “Thank you”

Alex said, grinning. “You look like mother.” Alex laughed.

I rolled my eyes, playfully smacking his arm.

Isaiah crossed his arms. “Actually, this reminds me of something.”

“Oh?” I asked, curiosity piqued.

Isaiah hesitated before saying, “Remember when we first arrived at the castle? I was still testing out my shadow–stepping abilities.”

I nodded. “Yeah? And Rowena once said you ended up in the women’s lockers”

“Well, one night, I accidentally ended up in what I think was Mother’s room. She was standing by the balcony, whispering… but it wasn’t just her. It was like two voices at once, speaking a language I didn’t understand.”

Lfroze, my heart skipping a beat. “Two voices?”

Isaiah nodded. “It was eerie. Like she was talking to someone… or something. But then she stopped–like she sensed me there. I got out before she turned.”

I frowned something about it unsettled me.

“That’s… weird,” I murmured.

Alex smirked. “Are we just going to ignore the fact that Isaiah was peeping on Mother?”

Isaiah glared at him. “Ewww, I wasn’t peeping.”

I shook my head. “Weirdo.”

Isaiah huffed. “You guys are impossible.”

We laughed, brushed it off, and continued enjoying the festival, indulging in local pastries and watching performances. But that uneasy feeling stayed with me.

Later in the afternoon, after stuffing ourselves with festival food, I excused myself to find a restroom. The festival was large, and I wandered through narrow side streets lined with old buildings, searching for signs.

I turned a corner and bumped into someone.

An old woman stood before me, frail but poised, her milky–white eyes staring straight ahead. I gasped, stepping back. The woman’s eyes were completely covered in a white haze–she was blind.

“I’m so sorry,” I said quickly.

The woman smiled, her voice soft and knowing. “It is okay, silver wolf.”

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I stilled, my pulse pounding. What…?”

The woman’s blind gaze met mine unerringly. “I have been expecting you.”

My breath hitched. I could sense no werewolf magic from the woman no witchcraft either. And yet…

“How do you know who I am?”

The woman chuckled, her frail hands clasping knew one day, I would meet you.”

before me.

“I come from a line of oracles. I have seen many things, young one. And I

My heart raced. I had so many questions. “Then tell me Will we win against the Children of the Eclipse?”