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Arc 1 – Omegaverse: The Hunter and the Omega Prince
Day 8 – The Clash in the Snow
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The Air Before the Storm
The moment the growl came, every muscle in the room went tight.
It wasn't the kind of growl meant to scare prey — it was the warning that came before blood.
Kyle, still flushed with fever, sat up too fast. His vision wavered. "It's… here?"
Aldric's hand pressed gently on his shoulder. "Lie down."
"But—" Kyle's voice cracked, both childish indignation and genuine fear twisting his tone. "If it's here, it's looking for—"
"We know who it's looking for," Torren cut in grimly. His eyes flicked toward the door. "And it's not leaving without a fight."
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The Wolf's POV – The Threat
The Alpha male from the ridge was a problem.
His scent was heavy, territorial, the kind that claimed and marked and would not ask permission.
And the Omega inside smelled wrong now — fever-sour — but that only made the wolf's instincts more violent.
No one touches what's mine.
Snow sprayed in arcs under its paws as it paced, ears flat, tail low in lethal promise. Every step closer the newcomer took toward the cabin door, the wolf's growl deepened into something primal.
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The Clash Begins
The Beta huntress had barely shut the door before the Alpha from the ridge reached for it again.
"I want to see him."
"You'll see your own blood in the snow if you open that door," Aldric said, voice calm but edged like a drawn blade.
The Alpha scoffed — and opened it anyway.
Cold burst in.
And with it, a blur of silver-grey fur, muscle, and teeth.
The wolf slammed into the Alpha so hard the man staggered back into the snow. They hit the ground, rolling, teeth snapping, claws raking leather and flesh alike.
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Kyle's Perspective – Helpless
The noise was terrifying — deep snarls, the crack of bone against packed ice, the sickening sound of tearing fabric.
He pressed himself back against the wall, blanket clutched to his chest, breath shallow. His fever made everything louder, brighter, more unreal.
"They're going to kill each other," he whispered, panic fraying his words. His voice trembled the way it did when he was a child seeing blood for the first time.
Eira knelt beside him, firm but gentle. "Don't look, Kyle."
But he couldn't help it — his eyes darted to the blur of motion outside, catching the gold flare of the wolf's eyes every time its head snapped toward the cabin.
It was fighting for him. That thought made his chest tighten in a way that scared him even more.
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The Break
The Alpha's strength faltered first — his arm bleeding, his stance shaking from the sheer weight and fury of the wolf's assault.
Finally, the Beta huntress stepped in, slamming her crossbow down between them with a crack that echoed in the forest.
"Enough!"
The wolf's lips peeled back from its teeth, but it stepped away, chest heaving, fur bristled. It didn't retreat far — just enough to block the cabin door again.
Its golden gaze slid past the Alpha, locking on Kyle.
Even from that distance, Kyle felt pinned, as if the wolf could see straight through his fever and fear.
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