All Chapters of The Omega Prophecy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

IanI felt fear.The feeling was suffocating me completely; it coiled around my skin like a snake and crawled up to my neck to squeeze it viciously.There was no better definition to describe what I felt.When I awoke, I felt like someone was trying to dislodge me from my own head and an internal battle raged in my brain. It was beyond my understanding and had me completely dismayed.There were two of us in my mind, but my partner was doing nothing but growling furiously.I was unable to understand what was happening.Archer was trying, in vain, to get me to calm down, but I was in a lot of pain to an incapacitating point.It was a disastrous situation all around.“You need to breathe and talk to your beast,” Archer said and I shook my head because it seemed implausible to do. “You must try. It's the only way since your beast is disoriented; it didn't have a free development because you didn't shift when you were old enough; right now, the beast is confused.”I was the one who was con

IanMy mother was dead.And I was on autopilot because of the pain.I was numb despite knowing what my mother's fate would be after aggressive cancer treatment. I had made up my mind that I was going to lose her, yet the fact that I had discovered that she was actually best friends with my birth mother and that there was a whole hidden plot behind it made me feel completely sick.I loved my mother Mare like I loved a few other people, but I felt conflicted.I had pushed my anger aside so I could say goodbye to her, but after her death, I felt something snap inside me.That's how I was found by one of my neighbors, who had kindly gone to the hospital to find out about my mother.The woman tapped me on the shoulder and my response was to pull back in a very defensive way.“Are you okay, Ian?” asked the neighbor, an older lady with concern.“No, my mother is dead,” I said gruffly and the neighbor gasped.“I'm so sorry, my boy; I know how painful it can be for you,” the woman said in a le

Archer“So you can take possession—”“I already said no!” said Ian in a deep voice, and I noticed his eyes turned a little golden.It was easy for me to tell that my grandfather was going to say something else stupid, so I interrupted him sternly.“Ian has been blunt, Grandpa,” I said, and my grandfather looked at Gloryn for help.She looked completely conflicted.“Ian is the one who decides what to do about his name,” Gloryn said. “No one can force him to take on a name he doesn't recognize as his own, so I urge you not to pressure him about it. He's got enough on the subject; that's enough for now. The important thing is for Ian to learn more about our people, our customs, and his powers so he can fit in with himself.”Ian looked at his grandmother as if she were his savior and I could tell that the two of them would get along very well. However, I was sure that the situation with my grandfather wasn't going to get any better. I knew it when Gloryn told Ian to walk her out so she co

IanMy head was going to explode.“Alpha Quill was about to get married a dozen times before he met your mother,” Archer said.“Your father was a very handsome man and desirable, so he got a lot of marriage proposals. In order not to be so adamant about saying no, he used legal loopholes to buy time to meet his mate,” my father said, and I could do nothing but laugh.“Do you want to ask one of the women my father turned down for help?” I asked teasingly.“Her situation was very different; actually, they never had any kind of rapprochement; she had simply been sent to do her internship in the Reserves. She and Alpha Quill became very good friends, and over time she fell in love. Then the event happened that got her kicked off the Reservation.”“That woman will not want to see me,” I said calmly and with common sense.“She will; she'll help; she'll hesitate, but she'll give in because it was your father who stopped the Reservation wolf council from slaughtering her for using forbidden m

IanMy father, the man who raised me since he took me from an orphanage, was in the middle of the shed inside the mill with his guts out.I froze, perplexed, and shook my head, thinking it was some kind of hallucination, then I took a good look, and sure enough, my father Will was lying dead with his intestines out of his body from what were clearly claw tears.He lay with his eyes closed, staring into nothingness, and I felt what little hope was left in my body just extinguished.“It can't be,” I said in pain and approached my father.He was wearing the same clothes he had left Archer's house in, the ones he had said goodbye to me in. I held back a cry of pain, just felt my body go numb and closed my eyes to him and then cried loudly.My mother was dead and my father had been murdered.I closed my eyes and raised my head in search of relief, but it was impossible to feel anything quite like that when devastation had knocked painfully at my door.We must get out of here; it could be d