BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 266: THE LAST SHIELD OF THE OMEGAS

Chapter 266: THE LAST SHIELD OF THE OMEGAS

{"Shifter did not need reason, they needed loyalty and the instinct to protect."}

The light around Fenrith shifted again, this time flickering with a strange pulse like breath, like memory, before the haven pool shimmered, glowing from its depths.

"Look," Fenrith said, his voice now a solemn command.

We turned toward the water, and at first, there was only mist. Then it parted, and what it revealed stole the breath from my lungs. A woman... or what had once been one. Her long hair floated like black silk in a storm, her eyes glowing silver with madness and grief. Her voice, though silent through the vision, screamed as if it could tear the world apart. Her mouth opened in a furious cry, fangs glinting, shadows curling from her fingertips like smoke.

She was surrounded by wolves, beautiful, celestial, ghost-pale, and sacred. And standing at the centre of the circle, radiant and aching with sorrow... the Moon Goddess herself. Ashanai lunged at her, and then the moon Goddess wept. Not out of fear but heartbreak. She raised her hand,s and light flared from her palms, wrapping around Ashanai’s form. The Hollowed One screamed again, this time in agony, as silver chains of moonlight bound her, tightened, and forced her to the earth. The wolves howled in unison, and sacred dirge of mourning.

Then darkness filled the vision, and the scene changed. Ashanai, her form twisted and monstrous, was being pulled beneath dark waters. The moon’s reflection on the ocean rippled as her silhouette descended deeper and deeper, and I recognized that coastline, and I realized it was Hanka Island.

Freyr stepped closer, his voice a whisper. "She’s at Hanka Island?"

Fenrith nodded. "Yes. The seal remains. But her rage... her hunger... It stirs. And if the Omega blood is not awakened and guarded, she will break free. And this time... the Moon will not be able to stop her."

The light dimmed around the haven pool as the vision faded, leaving behind the rippling silver surface and a bone-deep chill that settled in the silence. No one moved until Wave finally stepped forward, his tone low, but steady.

"Why?" he asked. "Why is she sealed beneath Hanka Island? Frery and Tor have been there and never sensed any evil in it. "

Fenrith turned, his form now less translucent, more grounded like he had anchored himself in the gravity of Wave’s question. "Because she was never meant to be found," he said. "The Moon Goddess buried her in a place of stillness and sanctity. The shores of Hanka were once touched by divine peace, guarded by the last of the elder dragons.

Freyr tensed beside me. "Gerod," he whispered.

Fenrith nodded. "Gerod was stationed there to watch the waters, to feel the tremors if she ever stirred. But as time passed, and the dragons began to slumber, the wards faded. Her presence lies beneath the deepest trench, veiled by old enchantments stronger than most living magic could detect."

Wave’s brow furrowed, and his eyes darted between us as he asked. "But you have been to Gerod’s sanctuary, how come you have never sensed it?

Fenrith’s expression turned grave. "You were drawn there. Just as she now stirs, you were being positioned by fate, by bloodline, by bond. The Omega Sanctuary felt it. The Mira line felt it. Even the Lycan spirits felt it."

I glanced at Freyr, who was still staring into the pool, his expression unreadable, but his jaw clenched tightly.

"What does she want?" I demanded in frustration. We had just vanquished Ash Marcel and the evil of Bloodstone, and here already was another evil that was rising.

Fenrith’s gaze turned to me, silver and ancient. "She wants what was denied to her. Power. Recognition. The purity of Omega blood and vengeance on the Moon herself. She was once the Moon’s kin. She sees the Omega lineage as the key to unbinding herself and becoming something no god can restrain."

Wave exhaled slowly, his voice softer now. "Then we have to seal her again... before she awakens fully."

Fenrith inclined his head. "You must do more than seal her... You must choose the guardians who will remain, even if it means losing them to time and tide. The realm will not survive her return."

The silence in the haven pool chamber hung heavy, as if even the ancient stones waited for what would come next.

Spark stepped forward, his jaw tight, voice controlled but edged with urgency.

"Do you mean," he asked, his eyes locked on Fenrith, "that Ashanai must die?"

Fenrith turned his gaze toward us, no longer wrapped in metaphor or myth. His voice echoed across the chamber like thunder wrapped in reverence.

"Yes. Ashanai must be vanquished."

The word hit like a crack of lightning.

"She is no longer the sister the Moon Goddess once knew. What remains is a hollow vessel of rage, twisted by time, envy, and the hunger for power that was never meant for her." Fenrith’s silver eyes swept across us, his gaze unwavering. "If she awakens fully, no seal will hold her. She will consume this realm, and the balance between light and dark will collapse."

Freyr stepped closer to me, and I could feel the tension radiating off him like heat. His voice was quiet but firm. "So, there’s no redemption?"

Fenrith shook his head once, slowly. "There is only war. And the longer you hesitate, the stronger she becomes beneath the waves of Hanka Island. The sea already bends to her sorrow. Soon, it will bend to her will."

Wave looked stricken, his hand trembling slightly at his side. Spark’s eyes were hard as flint.

"Then we do what we must," Spark said, low and resolute. "We end it. For the realm. For everyone we have already lost."

I looked around at the faces of my companions—my mate, my brothers, my allies—and felt the weight of fate settle on our shoulders.

"We’ll find her," I said. "And we will end her. Whatever it takes."

Fenrith gave a solemn nod, and the haven pool rippled, its light flickering like the final breath before a storm. He finally turned toward me first, and then slowly toward Wave, his ancient gaze weighing heavily on both of us. "Before you leave these sacred grounds, you must understand this truth," Fenrith said, his voice low but resolute. "Ashanai must never touch either of you."

Wave’s jaw tensed beside me. I felt it as an invisible force tightening in the air. I stepped forward.

"Why?" I asked.

Fenrith’s eyes darkened like the gathering of a storm. "You, Tor, are the last of the Moon-borne Lycans, Alpha-blooded and destined to lead. And you, Wave," he said, turning toward him, "bear the sacred blood of the First Omega. The sanctuary responds to your soul because you carry its memory. Both of your bloodlines are ancient, untainted, and powerful."

Wave remained still, his expression unreadable, but I could feel the shock pulsing beneath his skin.

"To Ashanai," Fenrith continued, "you are not merely enemies. You are vessels. Keys. With one of you, she could rewrite the balance. With both..." He paused, his voice tight with warning, "...she could enslave the realm and devour the will of the Goddess herself."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Then we stay alert," Wave said, his voice calm but steely. "We never let her get close."

Fenrith shook his head. "It will not be enough to stay alert. You must not just protect yourselves; you must protect each other. For if either of you falls into her grasp, the world as we know it will not survive. This is no longer about survival. It is about sealing the evil before it finds you first."

I felt the weight of his words settle on my shoulders like armor forged in truth. I glanced at Wave, and for a long second, we simply looked at one another, no words, just understanding. We were both marked by legacy.

"Go now, sons of the moon and sanctuary. And do not hesitate. The world depends on your strength... and your unity."

We stepped out of the chamber in silence, each of us wrapped in our thoughts, our footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor of the sacred mountain. The path sloped gently upward until the cool forest air hit us, the scent of pine and moss a grounding contrast to the spiritual heaviness we’d just walked through and then we found Rita and Flora stood at the edge of the trees, just beyond the stone arch that marked the exit of the Omega sanctuary.

Rita crossed her arms, raising a brow at us as if trying to read our expressions. "You were in there for a long time." Flora gave a softer look, her gaze flickering from my face to Freyr’s, then to Wave.

Wave merely exhaled and nodded toward them. "We saw him. Fenrith."

Rita’s eyes sharpened. "And?"

Before anyone else could speak, I stepped forward, shaking off the lingering mist from my shoulders. "There is a threat coming. One thing the sanctuary knew about long before we did." I looked at Wave, then at Spark. "But we’re not alone in this."

Rita unfolded her arms and glanced toward the sky. The clouds hung heavy over the Sagstone peaks, like they too carried secrets.

"Then whatever’s coming," she said, "we face it together. The mountain does not just call to the strong. It calls to the willing."