Runaway Omega
Chapter 192 - – 171 - Not So Little Any More

Chapter 192: Chapter – 171 - Not So Little Any More

Sable’s Point Of View

"Hey, Syn... Look who’s here?" I said, as we all entered the Great Room.

Synnahmen had been a pale, nervous wreck, for a while now. He wouldn’t let go of Santiago’s hand until we coerced him to. I knew that he was scared, but I had no words of comfort, because I was equally terrified.

"Oh, Syn... Sweetie, its okay... C’mon, it’s not that bad... Do you know why?" Ezekihel asked, as he sat down and hugged him close.

Syn weakly shook his head, before resting it on Ezekihel’s chest. Ezekihel took it all in stride, and chuckled while stroking Synnahmen’s hair gently.

"This house is chock-full of strong, fierce, and capable men. Even in the event of a capture, they’d burn this world to the ground for our safe return. Have faith in the Alpha you chose, and have faith in the family that accepted you." Ezekihel said, taking Syn’s chin.

Even though he was talking to Syn, it felt like he was talking to everyone– Himself included. I didn’t doubt the guys, they had proven themselves time and time again. But, I did worry about them getting captured, hurt, or even killed. None of us would ever recover from something like that.

"Well, enough of this doom and gloom atmosphere, let’s talk about something else." Joobehlee said, pulling out sheets of paper.

I widened my eyes, I couldn’t believe how beautiful the images were. She had drawn stenciled pictures of an assortment of animals to color. She was becoming an excellent pupil. Her artwork was even more meticulous than mine.

"These are amazing, Joobe!" Arrisa proclaimed, picking up a picture of a wolf.

"Thanks, Ari. I just thought we’d need a distraction– something to keep our minds from wondering off. I’ve never been good at handling scary things..." She murmured.

"Well, you did a splendid job!" I exclaimed, patting her head.

Everyone grabbed a picture and began to color, cooperatively. Even Arellany was dutifully coloring, determined not to be outdone by the rest of us.

The conversations we had, were light and airy. No one wanted to voice their true thoughts, so we easily talked about what we’d been up to in each other’s absence, instead.

"What are you going to do for your birthday, Sable? Got plans to torture Raihne?" Ezekihel laughed, nudging my arm.

"We’re going to have family night. Watch movies, eat dinner, play board games, and bake a cake." Delcain said, finally coming down to join us.

He had been mysteriously absent, more often than not for a while now. I couldn’t really pinpoint why that was the case. I could however, pinpoint when it started, because it was about 6 months after he gave his room in our house to the twins.

Even though he would come by every two days or so, he never stayed long. I didn’t necessarily mind– since I knew where he was if I needed him– but I was, concerned. He hadn’t really been his usual self, after Kaleb moved out.

"Hey, Sable? What are we going to watch on your birthday? What kind of food? Should I get you a present too? But what do you like besides painting? This is hard..." Arellany said, bombarding me with questions and snapping me from my thoughts.

"Slow down, you little nut job. First, I never reveal my movie choices until I have successfully trapped a live audience. Second, just have your dads and your uncles help you get me a gift, individually. As long as you picked it, I’ll love it. Third, you just leave all the cooking to your big Sis and Auntie." I said finishing with a wink, as I jabbed a thumb in Ari’s and Tahlia’s direction.

They both released weary sighs. Meanwhile, everyone else tried to stifle their laughter. They had pestered me nonstop about birthday ideas, but I didn’t want a big lavish party this year. Now more than ever, because we had no idea what our lives would be like in the next two weeks.

After all, I had no doubt that living here after my 16th birthday would be my hardest obstacle thus far.

"The meeting should be wrapping up soon. Please enjoy these refreshments, while I tidy up." Mrs. Kristi said, setting a tray filled with an assortment of sweets before us.

Torhrezz was right behind her with a tray of beverages, as well. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing, and started devouring the confections. It was like placing a tray of meat in front of a starving beast... It didn’t stand a chance.

I laughed despite myself, and I began to relax. Everyone was doing such a good job trying not to sour the mood, and I wouldn’t be the one to bring it down.

Another hour passed, and everyone was beginning to crack under the pressure. Synnahmen and Ezekihel kept sighing, while looking past the door and to the stairs, every few minutes.

Delcain had begun to pace, Ari and Joobehlee were just holding their tea cups in their hands– the tea had long since gone cold– while Arellany looked between everyone, nervously.

As if to answer our silent fervent prayers, footsteps and low mumbled chatter softly echoed from outside the room. Everyone stood up immediately, heading towards the sound.

"Woah, hey. We were just coming to get you guys. It’s pretty late, right?" Raihne said, his smile not faltering in the slightest.

"You guys must’ve been anxious. Sorry about that. We’ll have dinner together in about an hour. Everyone, get some rest for now." Ferdinand said his eyes weary, but no less sharp.

Something told me that their meeting was exhausting. Their eyes all seemed to coruscate, in unison. Their anger and resolve, unmistakable. It was breath-taking, comforting, and predominantly– heartbreaking.

"Sable, we’re going back to your place." Raihne said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me along.

"Y’Know, Raihne... My legs work just fine." I said, trying to free my wrist from his grasp.

"I know they do, but where’s the fun in that?" He said with a wink. Then, he effortlessly scooped me up altogether, instead.

"Seriously?" I sighed.

"Just deal with it. You could stand to worry less, y’know?" Raihne said, not looking down at me once.

I hadn’t noticed before, but his hands were trembling slightly. I placed a hand atop his, and gave an acquiescent smirk.

"Fine. But this is the last time. I’m not little anymore!" I said with a hmph.

"Thank Gods for that... I’m getting really tired of your shameless P.D.A..." I heard Del say with a sigh.

I could feel my cheeks heating up, and I immediately wanted to punch his face.

"Ignore them. It’s fine, isn’t it?" Raihne said, giving me a comforting squeeze.

"For now, at least. I’m petty, but patient." I chuckled.

I didn’t want to say anything else, I was afraid the truth would spill out instead. Nobody needed to know my true thoughts, not even Raihne.

’If there are any Gods... Just don’t let us lose what took us so long to find...’

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Raihne’s Point Of View

My mind was in a whirlwind of stress, anxiety, anger, and sadness. I was desperately trying to hold it in and hide it from Sable, but I couldn’t get my damn hands to stop shaking.

Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t hide anything from Sable’s perceptive eyes. She was rubbing her fingers across mine, in a comforting manner. No doubt her feeble attempt to soothe me.

However, not even time could ease my tempestuous inclinations. I was riddled with an insatiable blood lust, an overwhelming need to protect, unimaginable rage, and my need to kill meter wouldn’t survive the night.

"Hmph... I find it truly amazing that you can carry me all the way up to my room, and not even register a single moment of it." Sable said with a sardonic grin on her lips.

I took a second to register my surroundings, and realized that she was right. I had been so lost in thought, that I hadn’t even noticed that we were currently standing in the middle of her room.

"I’m also intrigued to know if you heard anything I said to you throughout our entire excursion here... Though, I’m pretty sure I already know the answer..." She sighed.

"I’m sorry, Sable. We were just given so much information in such a short time period, that I’m still trying to process it all." I admitted.

My body was subconsciously gearing up for the inevitable war that was undeniably closing in on us, but my mind couldn’t accept the situation at hand.

"So? You gonna tell me what kind of shit-storm is heading our way, or not? Given that deep scowl you’re sporting, it must be terrible." Sable said, wiggling out of my arms to stand toe-to-toe with me.

On the surface, her countenance was nothing more than care and concern, but I knew Sable better than anyone. Underneath it all, she was scared to death and anxious as hell.

’How can I say anything, when you’re making such a face?’

I had no words that I could give, that would make the news any easier. I didn’t want to be the one who told her the truth, or take responsibility for our shameful naivete.

How could I explain that during our 6 peaceful years, the government had been honing and perfecting their plans. That they were now pulling out all the stops. That a war was coming. Or that her 16th birthday could potentially go very wrong, very fast.