Chapter 103: The Echo of Ancestors
The retreat of the Forsaken left a heavy silence in the clearing, but the air still crackled with the remnants of Elara's silver light. Silas stepped toward her, his expression a mix of pride and deep concern. He had seen Alphas level mountains with their strength, but he had never seen a power that felt so... ancient.
"They won't stay gone for long," Silas said, his gaze fixed on the dark tree line. "The Forsaken don't fear death; they only crave what they've lost. And now they know you have it."
Elara lowered her hand, the glow in her eyes dimming to a soft shimmer. She felt drained, yet more awake than ever before. "It wasn't just me, Silas. When I touched that light, I felt others. Not just our pack, but voices from long ago. The Moon-Oak is a library of every soul that has ever protected this land."
That night, Elara returned to the sacred tree. She needed answers. As she sat in meditation, a soft whisper echoed in her mind—not in words, but in memories. She saw a vision of the first Omega, a woman who didn't serve, but led. She realized that the 'Broken' history they were taught was a lie created by the Council to suppress this very power.
Suddenly, a snap of a twig broke her trance. She turned to find a young Omega boy, Kael, staring at her. His hands were glowing with the same faint silver hue.
"I felt you calling," Kael whispered, his eyes wide with fear and wonder.
Elara realized then that she wasn't just the bridge; she was the teacher. The awakening wasn't hers alone—it was spreading. But with a pack of untrained, powerful Omegas and an army of Forsaken closing in, the new world was already on the brink of war.