The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 35

Chapter Thrity Five

The dream pulled me in before I realized what was happening. One moment I was lying in bed, the echoes of the Lunar Redemption Day still swirling in my mind. The next, I was standing in a dimly lit house that felt familiar, though I had never been there before.

The air was thick with tension, and the sharp scent of smoke tickled my nose. My heart raced, but I quickly realized the fear wasn’t mine. I wasn’t truly there–at least not in the way I understood being somewhere. I looked down at myself, my hands now smaller trembling as I tried to make sense of the strange, dreamlike clarity.

“Come on!” a voice cried, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see a boy, no older than twelve, his face smudged with diet and his dark eyes wide with terror. He grabbed my hand with surprising strength. “We have to run!”

I stumbled after him, my bare feet slapping against the wooden floor The house around us was alive with chaos–screams echoed in the distance, mingled with the guttural howls of wolves. Glass shattered somewhere, followed by heavy thuds and the crash of furniture.

Fear clawed at me, but it wasn’t my own–it belonged to the small girl whose body I now occupied. I glanced down at the long white nightdress that swished against my legs, and when we passed a mirror, I froze.

The reflection wasn’t mine.

Long, ginger locks framed a pale, frightened face, and wide green eyes stared back at me. I touched my cheek, and the girl in the mirror mimicked my movement. The boy tugged on my arm impatiently.

“Come on, we don’t have time!”

I blinked, startled back into the moment. “What’s happening?” I tried to ask, but the voice that came out wasn’t mine. It was higher, softer, trembling with fear. I felt everything the little girl felt

The boy didn’t answer, pulling me through a narrow hallway and down a flight of stairs. “We have to do what Grandpa told us,” he said, his words rushed and urgent.

My mind struggled to process his words, the sensations, the smells, the terror. This wasn’t just a dream–it felt too real. Every sound and every movement was vivid as if I were living in someone else’s memory.

We reached the bottom of the stairs, and the boy dropped to his knees, yanking a rug aside to reveal a hidden trapdoor. His small hands fumbled with the latch, but he managed to pull it open.

“I’m scared,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

He looked at me, his expression softening for a moment. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll protect you. I promise.”

The boy lowered me into the dark space below, his hands steady despite the fear etched into his face. He climbed down after me, pulling the door closed just as heavy footsteps thundered above us.

For a moment, all I could hear was the sound of our breathing, harsh and uneven. Then, the trapdoor creaked open again, and a

figure appeared, silhouetted against the dim light.

“Grandpa!” we both cried in unison.

The old man was bloodied, his clothes torn and his movements sluggish. He managed a weak smile, his eyes full of a sadness that pierced through me.

1/2

Chapter Thrity Five

“Run,” he said, his voice firm despite his obvious pain. “As fast as you can. Don’t look back.”

“No!” the boy shouted, his voice cracking. “Come with us!”

The old man shook his head. “I’ll hold them off. You need to go now He reached out, pulling the trapdoor shut behind us before

either of us could protest.

The boy grabbed my hand again, his grip trembling but determined. “We have to go,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I don’t want to leave him!” I cried, tears streaming down my face.