All Chapters of The Weak Omega's Redemption: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Anna,” Lucas started, his voice low, but I didn’t stop walking. I was unable to. Every time I remembered his face and his hesitating remarks during that trial that found Leo guilty, my blood burned. With shaking hands, I pushed past him and yelled, "Get out of my way." After Oliver's announcement, the crowd had dispersed, but I could still hear the buzzing in my ears. "Hold on." Lucas’s hand brushed my arm, and I yanked it away. “You have to believe me. I didn’t...” "What did you not do? Put an innocent man in jail? Allow them to execute Leo for a crime he didn't commit." With heated tears running down my cheeks, I broke my voice. “You stood there and said he wasn’t guilty, and then you let it happen anyway. Just give me some space."His gaze grew gloomy. “I’m sorry, I...” With anger in every word, I snarled, "Don't you dare apologize. If you cared, you wouldn’t have been here to destroy his life in the first place.” He looked at me as if he had more to say, but I wasn't in

"Get up. You need to move." Maia's voice was gentle, but she held my shoulders tightly. I remained motionless. My mind was a dense fog, and my legs felt like lead. Every time I closed my eyelids, the picture of Leo's dead body dangling from the gallows blazed behind them. Sharp and oppressive, the weight of it pressed against my chest. "Anna, we can't stay here," Maia uttered in a tremulous whisper. "They’re watching." I looked up and blinked. Murmurs and whispered conversations filled the air as the crowd dispersed. Oliver appeared, his arrogant face piercing the mist of my sorrow like a blade. As if the execution of an innocent man were just another ordinary occurrence, his Luna stood next to him, her face expressionless. With her voice falling to a plea, Maia pulled at my arm once more. "We need to go now." As I stood up, my legs swayed. Maia supported me by putting an arm around my waist. The world around me

Since the hanging, the pack's tension had increased. I barely noticed the murmured conversations as I passed. Leo's trial, Anna's accusing stare, and the constant reminder that I might have made a mistake, an unforgivable one were all replayed in my head nonstop.  I stood on the ridge close to the edge of the the forest, looking at Anna's house dim light. I couldn't sleep, and guilt was like a restless beast, eating away at my thoughts. Leo's blood-stained hands, the boy's lifeless body, and the wild fear in Leo's eyes when I sounded the alarm were all details from that night that clawed their way back, clearer now.  I sighed and ran a hand over my hair. "What if I was mistaken?" I was repeating the question to myself.  The stronger smell of blood had nearly overpowered the rogue aroma close to the spot. Back then, I should have followed my gut, but duty—the urge to take action—had taken precedence over all other considerations. I was bei

I pulled open my room's creaking door and entered the darkened room. Shadows flowed across the rough wooden walls as a lone candle flickered on the bedside table. I lean back against the door and close my eyes as I gently bang it shut behind me. I kept thinking about Anna's face, her reserved demeanor during the day nagging me. She was cleaning floors with her friend Maia, which is definitely not where I expected to see her. I wasn't ready to face the memories she brought up, but I couldn't afford to be distracted. Not right now. I walked across the room and sank onto the chair next to the crooked desk. There, silent and modest, lay the treasure. A sliver of polished obsidian, scarcely bigger than my palm, with unreadable runes engraved on it. Its surface glowed dimly, as though it were absorbing the surrounding light. This mission was not your typical one. Before I left my pack, I pondered the significance of the elders' words as I ran my fingertips over the shard. "The threa

I needed a sanctuary more than ever tonight, and the deep woods provided just that. I felt as though every step I took farther into the forest separated me from the mayhem at the Nightshade Pack. My thoughts were muffled by the rhythm produced by the rustle of leaves overhead and the sporadic snap of a twig beneath my feet. With my shoulders bent as if to support the weight of my thoughts, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets. The cool air bit my skin, and the ground was spooky with shadows from the crescent moon's dim glow. I saw a glimmer of movement ahead. When I recognized who it was, my stomach turned. Lucas. He was looking at something in the dirt while crouching close to the base of a tree. Abruptly, his head raised, and our distant gazes locked. My heart leaped into my throat as I froze. His dark features were still distinct, and his intense gaze was fixed on me. No. Not right now. I pivoted on my heel and strode rapidly in the other direction. "Anna!" he ex