All Chapters of Twins Fate: The Useless Omega's Awakening : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Do you believe I’m collaborating with The Forgotten?” Dahlia’s tone was filled with skepticism as she walked back and forth in the room. Her shadow elongated and contorted with every quick motion, reflecting her escalating fury. "Are you actually paying attention to what you're saying?" I crossed my arms, attempting to conceal the discomfort rising within me. “I noticed you, Dahlia.” You were in the woods, conversing with one of their chiefs. "What else should I consider?" "That I'm attempting to sort out this chaos in my own way!" she retorted, spinning around to confront me. "Given that you haven't given me many options, you've gone off to form alliances with outlaws." Do you believe the council has faith in you at this moment? “They have no trust in either of us.” Her remarks hurt more than I wanted to acknowledge, yet I stood my ground. “If you’re aiming to safeguard the pack, why didn’t you inform anyone? "What’s with all the sneaking about?" She paused, her eyes darting awa

The scout woke up just before dawn, groaning while attempting to rise. I bent down close to him, speaking softly yet with urgency. "Take it easy now." "You've bled quite a bit." His eyes sprang open, chaotic and desperate. “Silvermoon,” he croaked, his voice just a breath. “What is it about?” I inquired, my heart racing. “The Forgotten... they're approaching,” he remarked, coughing harshly. Fenris offered him a cup of water, but his hands trembled so much that I had to assist him in drinking. "When will it happen?" I insisted, anxiety seeping into my tone. The scout's gaze met mine, brimming with urgency. “The solar eclipse.” They plan to launch their attack during the upcoming eclipse. "They plan to raze Silvermoon to the ground." I leaned back, the heaviness of his words settling in like a boulder. Destruction. More than just an invasion, but total devastation. Fenris rested against the wall, a serious expression on his face. "A celestial event where one body casts a shadow o

The breeze brought the aroma of pine and wet soil while I crouched down behind a bush, observing the softly illuminated woods. The bustling rogue sanctuary hummed with energy behind me, yet my attention remained on the rogue spy several steps away, concealed in a dark cloak. His eyes flickered anxiously, as if the trees could also betray him. “I hope you’re worth the chance,” I murmured, folding my arms. He recoiled but stood firm. "You should listen to this," he remarked, his voice low. "The Forgotten have already entered Silvermoon." The message electrified me, and I sat up straight. “Within?” “By what means?” The spy looked back briefly before moving nearer. “They’ve ingrained themselves within the ranks, wolves you rely on, wolves near the leaders.” I inhaled sharply, my thoughts racing. “How are you aware of this?” The agent paused. "We caught a communication." One of their operatives has been issuing commands camouflaged as standard council instructions. It’s understated,

The camp of renegades was agitated. Shadows danced over the tents while anxious whispers flowed through the crowd. Even the breeze felt weighty, bearing the aroma of blood and treachery. I remained at the heart of it all, attempting to overlook the burden of their gazes. "Are we meant to believe in you?" A lanky scoundrel with a jagged scar across his face smirked. "An Omega in exile from the group that has been pursuing us for years?" I tightened my hands into fists. "Silvermoon rejected me." “Exactly as they treated you.” My voice remained calm, yet my heart raced. "If we don't unite now, The Forgotten will eliminate us." "Each and every one of us." Fenris, positioned beside me, folded his arms. "She is correct." I have observed their strategies. They have no concern whether you're a rogue or a Silvermoon wolf. “You're either on their side or you're finished.” The rebellious leader, a slender woman called Calla, inclined her head. "And what makes you credible, Fenris?" she inqu

The atmosphere had a biting coldness, signaling the tempest looming in the distance. I positioned myself at the boundary of the rogue camp, my arms folded while I paid attention to the scout's quivering update. His aroma bore hints of fear, yet his voice stayed stable. "They're arriving," he stated. "The Forgotten are assembling at the northern frontier." This time, it’s more than just a raid. “It’s a complete invasion.” A wave of unease swept across the camp. Fenris was next to me, his face difficult to interpret. Nearby, the outlaws and banished wolves whispered to one another, feeling restless. "How many are there?" I inquired. “Countless,” the scout answered. “Perhaps even more.” And they are structured. "Not as it was previously." Fenris emitted a soft growl. “That signifies their leader has stopped concealing themselves.” I locked eyes with him. "You're aware of who it is, right?" His jaw clenched, yet he remained silent. I turned to confront the assembled wolves. "We la