The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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The wind over the Draven Pack carried a strange heaviness that morning, as if the air itself sensed something approaching. Lyra left her room later than usual, still flustered from earlier.
Down in the courtyard, warriors moved with uneasy tension. Omegas whispered behind hands. Elders exchanged troubled glances.
Something was wrong.
Before Lyra could ask anyone, Kael found her. His expression was calm, but she could read the faint worry behind his eyes.
“Walk with me,” he said.
She nodded and followed him through the quiet hallway that led to the council room. The moment the door shut behind them, Kael exhaled.
“The reports came in,” he said. “The curse… it’s starting.”
Lyra froze. “What happened?”
Kael rubbed his jaw. “Three wolves collapsed last night. No wounds. No illness. They’re alive but not waking up.”
“Are they linked to the moon bond?” Lyra asked softly.
“That’s what worries me. They all served close to the throne. If the curse is targeting the kingdom’s core…” He trailed off.
Lyra stepped closer, her voice steady. “We’ll find a way. Together.”
Kael held her gaze for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Before they could continue, Beta Ronan burst into the room. His chest was rising sharply, his face pale.
“They’re awake,” Ronan said. “All three.”
“That’s good news,” Lyra said.
“No,” Ronan replied. “They woke up screaming.”
Kael and Lyra exchanged a quick look and rushed out with Ronan leading the way.
***
The infirmary was filled with panicked whispers. The three wolves lay trembling on their beds as healers tried to calm them.
One of them pointed a shaking finger in the air the moment Lyra entered.
“You,” he whispered.
Lyra stopped. “Me?”
“They were calling your name,” one healer said quietly. “Begging someone to protect you. Something… something was attacking them in their dreams.”
Kael’s brows drew together.
Lyra swallowed. “What did you see?” she asked the wolf closest to her.
The warrior’s voice cracked. “Fire. Shadows. And a voice saying the Luna is marked. The end is near. The kingdom will fall.”
A heavy silence fell.
Kael stepped in front of Lyra protectively.
“That’s enough,” he said firmly. “They need rest.”
The healers ushered the wolves back down as they drifted into uneasy sleep.
Lyra wrapped her arms around herself. “Kael… this is connected to the curse from that night. Whoever that stranger was… they warned us that our end is near.”
Kael shook his head. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Lyra raised her chin slightly. “And I won’t let anything happen to this pack.”
Kael touched her hand briefly, grounding them both.
“We’ll call a council meeting immediately,” he said. “This is only the beginning.”
Lyra nodded. “Then we need answers before the curse spreads further.”
They left the infirmary together, unaware of the pair of eyes watching from the shadows near the door. The mysterious stranger lingered unseen, whispering under his breath.
“It has begun.”
***
The training ground was quiet except for the soft breeze brushing against the stone tiles. Kael had cleared the place early, telling the warriors they needed space to focus on Lyra’s control. Lyra stood in the center, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to gather her power the way Kael had instructed.
Kael watched her with calm eyes.
“Relax, Lyra. Do not force it. Just breathe slowly and call it. You are in control.”
Lyra inhaled but she could already feel something wrong. Her power was not rising gently like before. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” It was rushing upward, bursting through her like boiling water under pressure.
“Kael,” she said softly. “Something is not right.”
He stepped toward her. “Then stop gathering it. Just stop for now.”
“I cannot,” she whispered.
The air around her thickened. A faint blue glow began spreading from her skin. The ground beneath her feet vibrated. Kael reached out to grab her arms, but the energy flared too quickly.
“Lyra. Look at me.”
His voice was steady but she could hear the worry in it.
“I am trying. I swear I am trying.”
The glow exploded outward.
A shockwave blasted across the training ground like a burst of wind. The stones cracked under her feet, splitting apart in long lines like lightning scars. The walls shook. Several tiles flew into the air before slamming back down with a loud crash.
Kael shielded his face with his arm.
“Lyra stop, calm down. It is too much.”
Lyra fell to her knees, holding her head as the power roared inside her.
“I cannot control it. Kael, I cannot hold it.”
Kael rushed to her, grabbing her shoulders despite the force of the energy pushing him back.
“Yes, you can. Look at me. You are here with me. You are not alone.”
Her breath caught, and slowly the glow dimmed. The ground stopped shaking. The power eased just enough for her to fall into Kael’s chest, exhausted and frightened.
She looked at the shattered tiles.
“I did that without meaning to.”
Kael lifted her chin. “We will figure this out. You are stronger than you think.”
Lyra swallowed hard. “But what if this is something worse. What if I am losing control for a reason.”
Kael had no answer for that.
***
Later that day, Lyra went to the library with her arms folded tight against her chest. She could still feel the echo of her power under her skin. The librarian bowed quickly and stepped aside when she entered, saying nothing. The shelves were tall and shadowed, and Lyra walked along them slowly, trying to quiet her thoughts.
She reached the old forgotten section in the back of the library. Something tugged at her instincts. A faint pulling sensation, she followed it until she found a book sitting alone on a high shelf, covered in dust.
“The First Luna of Draven Pack,” Lyra read aloud. “A personal journal.”
She carried it to a table and opened it gently. The handwriting was delicate, written by a woman who had lived centuries ago. As Lyra read, her heart began to race.
The journal described a Luna born with awakened powers, chosen directly by the moon. A Luna whose strength could save the kingdom or destroy it completely. The words matched things she had experienced too perfectly.
Lyra whispered, “This sounds like me. Exactly like me.”
She kept turning the pages until she reached the end. Her breath stopped.
The final page had been ripped out.
Lyra stood quickly, holding the book tightly.
“Why would someone remove the last page. What did it say.”
She looked around the empty library, suddenly feeling as if someone had been there before her. Someone who did not want her to know the end of the prophecy.
***
That night, Kael slept restlessly. Lyra tried to stay awake and watch him, but her eyes were heavy. She drifted into sleep beside him, hoping for a peaceful night for both of them.
It did not come.
Kael gasped and sat upright suddenly. His chest heaved like he was drowning in invisible water. Lyra jolted awake.
“Kael, what is wrong.”
He rubbed his head. “I keep seeing something. A nightmare. You are in it. You are screaming and covered in blood and I cannot reach you.”
Lyra held his hand. “It is only a dream. It is not real.”
He tried to smile but it did not reach his eyes.
“I do not dream like this, Lyra. I never have.”
Lyra frowned. “The curse. It is affecting you too, is it not.”
Kael did not answer. He stood from the bed and faced the mirror on the wall. Lyra watched him closely, noticing the tension in his shoulders.
“Kael,” she called softly. “Talk to me.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I can feel something inside me. Something heavy. Something that wants to pull me somewhere dark.”
Lyra walked to him and touched his back. “We will fix this. Whatever the prophecy says, we will face it together.”
Kael turned to her. “I hope so. Because I do not understand what is happening to me.”
He lifted his shirt slightly to wipe his face and froze.
Lyra’s eyes widened.
Long, fresh claw marks ran across his chest.
“Kael,” she whispered. “Who did that to you.”
He stared at the wounds, stunned. “I do not know. I was asleep.”
Lyra felt a shiver run through her.
“Something is changing. In both of us.”
Kael met her eyes. “And whatever is coming, it is getting closer.”
TBC
