All Chapters of Rogue's Omega: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Archer studied Ilyra's medical scans and went pale. "There's genetic material here that doesn't belong to her. It's grafted. Someone spliced her DNA with something else."Elara's private study was cluttered with old books and new equipment, a blend of ancient healing knowledge and modern medical tools. Ilyra sat on a cot near the window, her thin frame wrapped in blankets, her overgrown claws resting in her lap. She had been fed and bathed and given clean clothes, but her gold eyes were still hollow. Thirty years of isolation didn't heal in a few days.I leaned over Archer's shoulder and stared at the scan. The Moon-Wolf markers were there, bright and unmistakable, the same genetic signature that ran through my blood and my children's blood and every white wolf in the territories. But woven through those markers were other sequences. Dark threads in the golden pattern. Sequences that didn't match anything in Archer's medical database."Foreign DNA," Archer said, and his voice was tigh

The trail led to an old stone building half-sunk in the mud, and every instinct Caelum had screamed trap.The structure was ancient, older than the packs, older than the wars. Pre-war concrete and rusted steel, swallowed by the swamp and dug out again. Voss had converted it into a mobile laboratory. Lights flickered in the grimy windows, and the air hummed with the sound of generators.I crouched in the reeds with Bastian on one side and Orin on the other. Rook had scouted ahead and returned with grim news. "Six guards outside. Rotating patrols. The children are in the main room, near the back. I counted at least a dozen, all drugged but alive.""Voss?" Bastian asked."Inside. I didn't see him, but I felt him. The air in there is wrong. It smells like a hospital and a grave at the same time."I stared at the building. The children were visible through the grimy windows, small figures huddled on cots, their gold-flickering eyes dazed and unfocused. Some of them were barely more than to

Kellan ran faster than he'd ever run in his life. The bond was a thread of pain pulling him forward, and if it snapped, he knew he'd feel Caelum die.The swamp blurred past him. Trees and water and mud, his silver wolf's paws barely touching the ground. Through the second bond, he felt everything. Caelum's exhaustion, a deep ache that was turning sharp. Bastian's wound, a hot spike of agony. Orin's blood loss, a slow creeping cold. The children's fear, tiny flickers of terror in the dark.He had left Silver Hollow in Sera's hands. He had left Archer with the twins and his wounded mother and a pack still reeling from attack. Every rational part of him screamed that he should turn back. But the bond was screaming louder, and Kellan had spent his whole life being rational. Not today.The facility loomed ahead, a dark shape against the grey sky. The outer wall was reinforced steel, but Kellan didn't slow down. He hit it at full speed, his silver wolf's shoulder driving through metal and c

Bastian opened his eyes at dawn. The first thing he said was, "Did we get the kids?"I had been sitting at his bedside for two days. I hadn't slept. I hadn't eaten. I had barely moved except to hold his hand and press my fingers to his wrist every few minutes to feel his pulse. Through the first bond, his wolf was a faint flicker, curled up and healing, and every time it dimmed my heart stopped.Then his gold eyes opened, and his voice was a rasp, and he asked about the children."Yes," I said, and my voice broke. "We got them. All of them. They're safe.""Good." Bastian closed his eyes again, and his hand tightened on mine. "Good."I pressed my forehead to his scarred knuckles and cried. I didn't try to hide it. I cried for the two days of terror, for the moment through the bond when I felt him fall, for the children in the Delta and the attack on Silver Hollow and the mother who had thrown herself in front of the twins. I cried because he was alive, and I had almost lost him, and I

The Spire was visible for miles—a needle of black stone against the grey sky, its summit wreathed in unnatural clouds.Three weeks of preparation had brought us here. Three weeks of planning and healing and gathering intelligence. Bastian's wound had closed, though his wolf was still silent. Kellan had mapped every approach to the mountain. Archer had prepared medical kits for every possible injury. And I had spent every night lying awake, feeling the distant pulse of something wrong through the bond web.Ilyra stood beside me at the base of the mountain, her thin frame wrapped in a heavy cloak. "I can feel him. The Solitary. He's in there. His signature is like ours, but twisted. Like a song played in the wrong key.""Can you tell if he's active?" I asked."I don't know. He's dreaming. Waiting. Voss must have kept him sedated until he was needed." Ilyra's gold eyes were troubled. "But the sedation is wearing off. I can feel him waking up."The strike force moved up the mountain in si