The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 265: Chapter 265
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Catrina POV:
"Are you sure about this, Emma?"
My voice, a shaky whisper, echoed in the cavernous space of Elias's workshop.
The air hung thick with the scent of incense and herbs, a heady blend that made my head spin, reminding me of Agnes's New Age shop, but amplified, infused with a primal energy that made my wolf uneasy.
Strange objects—animal skulls, bundles of dried herbs, crystals that pulsed with a faint light—lined the shelves, casting shadows on the wooden walls.
A fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow that did little to dispel the unsettling feeling that clung to this place, a mix of ancient power and a darkness I couldn't quite define.
"He's intense, Cat," Emma admitted, her gaze darting around the workshop, her hand nervously fidgeting with the silver wolf pendant she always wore.
It was a gift from me, a reminder of our shared journey into the heart of darkness, a testament to a love that had defied everything.
"But he's the real deal. Agnes swore he could help you."
Help me? Or hurt me? My wolf growled, her silver fur bristling, her senses on high alert.
This whole thing – seeking out a powerful shaman, a spirit walker, a human who communed with the unseen world – felt dangerous, reckless. But I was desperate.
"I have to try, Emma," I said, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the fear.
"I have to talk to King Korvash. He's the only one who can undo what Damien did. He's the only one who can bring Rowan back."
The memory of Rowan's fading scent, the warmth leaving his body, the emptiness in his amber eyes fueled my determination.
I wouldn't let him go. I couldn't.
"I know, Cat," Emma said softly, her hand squeezing mine, her touch a warm comfort.
"I know you have to do this. For Rowan. For all of us."
Her words, a reminder of the shared grief, the losses we'd endured, the love we still held onto, sparked a flicker of hope, a light in the darkness that had threatened to consume me.
"Just be careful, Cat. Promise me you'll be careful."
I nodded, meeting her gaze, our eyes locked, a silent promise passing between us.
We'd both seen too much, lost too much.
We were bound by a friendship forged in the fires of a battle that had changed us forever.
A shadow fell over us, and we both turned, our hearts pounding.
He stood in the doorway, tall and imposing, his presence filling the workshop with a mix of ancient power and a wild energy that made my wolf whimper.
He was dressed in simple robes, his long, silver hair cascading down his back like a waterfall, his dark eyes piercing, a reflection of a knowledge that spanned lifetimes, a power that made me tremble.
This was Elias. The shaman. The spirit walker.
The human who walked between worlds.
"So, you seek my guidance, young she-wolf?"
His voice, a deep rumble that echoed the whispers of the wind through the ancient pines, sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't a question, but a statement, a knowing that made my wolf bristle, wanting to flee, to escape this place, this power, this human who seemed to see into my very soul.
He stepped closer, and I could smell the scent of woodsmoke and sage, a blend that was both grounding and unsettling.
It was a scent that spoke of his connection to the earth, to the spirit realm, a reminder of the power he wielded, a power I both craved and feared.
"I do," I said, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze dropping to the floor. I couldn't meet his eyes.
They were too intense, too knowing, as if they could see the secrets I held, the love I was desperate to reclaim, the darkness I carried within.
"But I am not sure if…"
"You're not sure if I can help you?" He chuckled, the sound a low rumble, like distant thunder. It didn't ease my unease. It amplified it.
He circled me, his presence a palpable force, his gaze lingering on my silver-white fur, on the faint scent of lavender and vanilla that clung to me, a remnant of a love that was lost, a memory that haunted me.
"You seek a power beyond your understanding, young she-wolf. A power that can reshape destinies. A power that can bring back the dead."
He stopped in front of me, his eyes finally meeting mine, their darkness a reflection of the spirit realm's vastness, a depth of knowledge that made my wolf whimper.
"But are you prepared for the price?"
"I'll do anything," I whispered, my voice hoarse, the desperation I felt betraying my carefully constructed mask of indifference. I'd lost so much. I was willing to risk everything to get Rowan back.
"I have to bring him back."
"He was your mate, child. Your Alpha... Your everything." Elias's voice, a gentle murmur now, a recognition of my pain, made my heart ache with a longing I couldn't express.
"I know," I said, my voice breaking. Tears, a constant threat, pricked at my eyes. But I refused to let them fall.
I wouldn't give him the satisfaction, this human, this shaman, who seemed to see into my very soul, who knew my secrets, my desires, my fears.
He reached out, his hand hovering over my head, his touch a phantom sensation, a tingling warmth that made my wolf bristle.
"I can feel her, young she-wolf," he said, his voice a low rumble.
"Lyra. She's strong within you. Her power is awakened."
He stepped back, his eyes searching mine.
"But she's also lost. Confused. Searching for something she can't quite grasp. For a love that was stolen. A destiny that was denied."
"I can help you, Catrina," he said finally, his voice a promise, a beacon in the darkness that surrounded me. His gaze held mine, a connection forming, a trust building.
"But the path you seek is a dangerous one. And the price, the price might be higher than you're willing to pay."
"I'll pay any price, Elias," I said fiercely, meeting his gaze.
My wolf stood beside me, her silver fur gleaming, her amber eyes blazing with a determination that mirrored my own.
"I have to bring him back."
He studied me for a moment, his dark eyes piercing, his scent a blend of earth and magic, of a power that both frightened and intrigued me.
And then, he nodded slowly.
"Very well, Catrina," he said, his voice a deep rumble that echoed the ancient whispers of the mountains, the secrets of the spirit realm.
"But before we can begin, you need to understand. The spirit realm is not just a place, Catrina. It's a reflection of our own souls. Of our hopes and fears. Of our love and loss."
He paused, his gaze lingering on mine, his words a warning, a truth I couldn't ignore.
"And sometimes, the things we find there, the things we bring back, they can change us. Forever."
“I’m not afraid, Elias,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding. I knew the risks, the dangers, but my love for Rowan, my need to have him back, eclipsed any fear.
“I’m ready.”
“We’ll see about that, child,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, but his eyes remained serious, a reflection of the ancient wisdom he possessed, the power he wielded, the darkness he knew.
“Now, close your eyes, Catrina. And let the journey begin."
"Are you sure about this, Emma?"
My voice, a shaky whisper, echoed in the cavernous space of Elias's workshop.
The air hung thick with the scent of incense and herbs, a heady blend that made my head spin, reminding me of Agnes's New Age shop, but amplified, infused with a primal energy that made my wolf uneasy.
Strange objects—animal skulls, bundles of dried herbs, crystals that pulsed with a faint light—lined the shelves, casting shadows on the wooden walls.
A fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow that did little to dispel the unsettling feeling that clung to this place, a mix of ancient power and a darkness I couldn't quite define.
"He's intense, Cat," Emma admitted, her gaze darting around the workshop, her hand nervously fidgeting with the silver wolf pendant she always wore.
It was a gift from me, a reminder of our shared journey into the heart of darkness, a testament to a love that had defied everything.
"But he's the real deal. Agnes swore he could help you."
Help me? Or hurt me? My wolf growled, her silver fur bristling, her senses on high alert.
This whole thing – seeking out a powerful shaman, a spirit walker, a human who communed with the unseen world – felt dangerous, reckless. But I was desperate.
"I have to try, Emma," I said, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the fear.
"I have to talk to King Korvash. He's the only one who can undo what Damien did. He's the only one who can bring Rowan back."
The memory of Rowan's fading scent, the warmth leaving his body, the emptiness in his amber eyes fueled my determination.
I wouldn't let him go. I couldn't.
"I know, Cat," Emma said softly, her hand squeezing mine, her touch a warm comfort.
"I know you have to do this. For Rowan. For all of us."
Her words, a reminder of the shared grief, the losses we'd endured, the love we still held onto, sparked a flicker of hope, a light in the darkness that had threatened to consume me.
"Just be careful, Cat. Promise me you'll be careful."
I nodded, meeting her gaze, our eyes locked, a silent promise passing between us.
We'd both seen too much, lost too much.
We were bound by a friendship forged in the fires of a battle that had changed us forever.
A shadow fell over us, and we both turned, our hearts pounding.
He stood in the doorway, tall and imposing, his presence filling the workshop with a mix of ancient power and a wild energy that made my wolf whimper.
He was dressed in simple robes, his long, silver hair cascading down his back like a waterfall, his dark eyes piercing, a reflection of a knowledge that spanned lifetimes, a power that made me tremble.
This was Elias. The shaman. The spirit walker.
The human who walked between worlds.
"So, you seek my guidance, young she-wolf?"
His voice, a deep rumble that echoed the whispers of the wind through the ancient pines, sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't a question, but a statement, a knowing that made my wolf bristle, wanting to flee, to escape this place, this power, this human who seemed to see into my very soul.
He stepped closer, and I could smell the scent of woodsmoke and sage, a blend that was both grounding and unsettling.
It was a scent that spoke of his connection to the earth, to the spirit realm, a reminder of the power he wielded, a power I both craved and feared.
"I do," I said, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze dropping to the floor. I couldn't meet his eyes.
They were too intense, too knowing, as if they could see the secrets I held, the love I was desperate to reclaim, the darkness I carried within.
"But I am not sure if…"
"You're not sure if I can help you?" He chuckled, the sound a low rumble, like distant thunder. It didn't ease my unease. It amplified it.
He circled me, his presence a palpable force, his gaze lingering on my silver-white fur, on the faint scent of lavender and vanilla that clung to me, a remnant of a love that was lost, a memory that haunted me.
"You seek a power beyond your understanding, young she-wolf. A power that can reshape destinies. A power that can bring back the dead."
He stopped in front of me, his eyes finally meeting mine, their darkness a reflection of the spirit realm's vastness, a depth of knowledge that made my wolf whimper.
"But are you prepared for the price?"
"I'll do anything," I whispered, my voice hoarse, the desperation I felt betraying my carefully constructed mask of indifference. I'd lost so much. I was willing to risk everything to get Rowan back.
"I have to bring him back."
"He was your mate, child. Your Alpha... Your everything." Elias's voice, a gentle murmur now, a recognition of my pain, made my heart ache with a longing I couldn't express.
"I know," I said, my voice breaking. Tears, a constant threat, pricked at my eyes. But I refused to let them fall.
I wouldn't give him the satisfaction, this human, this shaman, who seemed to see into my very soul, who knew my secrets, my desires, my fears.
He reached out, his hand hovering over my head, his touch a phantom sensation, a tingling warmth that made my wolf bristle.
"I can feel her, young she-wolf," he said, his voice a low rumble.
"Lyra. She's strong within you. Her power is awakened."
He stepped back, his eyes searching mine.
"But she's also lost. Confused. Searching for something she can't quite grasp. For a love that was stolen. A destiny that was denied."
"I can help you, Catrina," he said finally, his voice a promise, a beacon in the darkness that surrounded me. His gaze held mine, a connection forming, a trust building.
"But the path you seek is a dangerous one. And the price, the price might be higher than you're willing to pay."
"I'll pay any price, Elias," I said fiercely, meeting his gaze.
My wolf stood beside me, her silver fur gleaming, her amber eyes blazing with a determination that mirrored my own.
"I have to bring him back."
He studied me for a moment, his dark eyes piercing, his scent a blend of earth and magic, of a power that both frightened and intrigued me.
And then, he nodded slowly.
"Very well, Catrina," he said, his voice a deep rumble that echoed the ancient whispers of the mountains, the secrets of the spirit realm.
"But before we can begin, you need to understand. The spirit realm is not just a place, Catrina. It's a reflection of our own souls. Of our hopes and fears. Of our love and loss."
He paused, his gaze lingering on mine, his words a warning, a truth I couldn't ignore.
"And sometimes, the things we find there, the things we bring back, they can change us. Forever."
“I’m not afraid, Elias,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding. I knew the risks, the dangers, but my love for Rowan, my need to have him back, eclipsed any fear.
“I’m ready.”
“We’ll see about that, child,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, but his eyes remained serious, a reflection of the ancient wisdom he possessed, the power he wielded, the darkness he knew.
“Now, close your eyes, Catrina. And let the journey begin."
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