Chapter 164: 163. When The Wind Picks Up

When Winnie had bought the potion offered by the witch, the omega was only full of doubts and suspicions. He wasn't the type to blindly trust anyone, whoever the person was. He had, of course, asked her to detail the effects to expect, but the mysterious young woman had just shook her head, telling him that it was impossible because the potion adapted to each of its users. She had assured him that the magic concoction would know very well what he wanted to achieve and would become his tool.

At first, the male omega had thought everything was a lie from a peddler who want to avoid complaints, but, from the first sip he took, it was indeed as if the potion knew very well how it should work to help him fulfill his goal.

He, who wanted to seduce an alpha worthy enough, had obtained pheromones that can change any dominant into an obedient puppet. Winnie had enjoyed the potion and grew more and more intoxicated with the power offered by his altered pheromones. The male omega hadn't even noticed his personality change to the point where he became the vile, unscrupulous werewolf who tried to steal another omega's mate.

When Eden had unmasked him and his vial had been confiscated, Winnie was gradually back to his usual self. A sassy and pretentious omega, but whose gentle nature was easily noticed once his defenses were down.

The episode with the pheromones and the potion had stopped that day when he had met Eden and his mate. At least, that's what he thought.

From the first sip he drank, Winnie had fallen into the trap set up by the mastermind behind this Machiavellian plan. Each drop of the potion allowed the dark energy inside the mixture to create a bond with Light.

The longer the user drank the potion, the stronger the connection became. The personality alteration was a sign that it was already too late to turn back and that inside the werewolf's body a cluster of dark energy had formed and was waiting to be activated.

When the protector, Krasny Licht, chose Winnie as his mate, the enemy saw the perfect opportunity to get rid of one of the Moon Goddess' precious children whose fate might threaten its plans.

Light had waited for the perfect moment to disingenuously attack the alpha. It wasn't a violent and spectacular attack, but a subtle, deceitful strategy as only a troubled and sly mind could conceive.

It all started when Winnie started spreading his pheromones around the room to turn it into a place where he would feel comfortable. The energy slowly left the omega's body, lurking in one of the dark recesses. The black ball formed, had mingled with the shadow, waiting for the moment to stab its prey.

The perfect moment came late at night a little after midnight. Winnie was sleeping in Krasny's arms, pressed against his chest, his breath escaping through his parted lips. In the darkest corner of the room, the shadow twisted. It stretched like a snake, undulating as it got closer to reach the bed where the two werewolves were deeply asleep, then it had turned into a perfect black circle.

A black fog began to rise from the black circle, and when the fog had covered the portion of the floor that was under the bed, a hand emerged from the black circle.

Fingers, refined and decorated with meticulously trimmed nails wiggled and a wrist followed, frail and delicate. Forearm and shoulder appeared, followed soon after by the top of a head covered in ebony black hair.

As soon as a good part of her body was beyond the black circle, Light's hand landed flat on the ground and she pulled out her other arm.

She acted quietly. The amount of dark energy that came out of Winnie's body wasn't large enough to give her a bigger way out. But she had a stable portal so she wasn't going to complain.

This was the trap with this potion that she had settled by spreading the magic potion to her gullible victims. They all greedily accepted the concoction, convinced it would help them achieve their ambition. The black energy was stored inside their bodies, mingled with their aura, waiting to be activated by Light and Black when the time for their grand plan would be up.

However, the murder the former Skinwalker planned to commit tonight wasn't part of the dark duo's grand plan to tamper the auras of the Moon Goddess children. Merely an assurance that the werewolf wouldn't be a hindrance to their plan afterward. She pulled herself out of the dark circle and stood up. Her almond eyes looked at the couple who had survived the first night of the Omega's mark ritual.

She didn't want to wait because the bond between the Moon Goddess and the werewolves who passed the ritual grew stronger. Krasny was a threat she had to eliminate before he got out of hand. A smirk twisted her mouth, thinking about the stroke of luck that the omega he chose was one of those who used her potion.

She opened her hand, palm up, and a rune appeared in the palm of her hand. Immediately after the symbol was traced, a black mist appeared and took the shape of a knife. She closed her hand around the handle as her fingers clenched. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the couple and her mouth opened to utter words that even the complete silence of the night didn't allow anyone to hear.

Her hand rose above them.

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Again, Lucas Hook watched as the strange man who come into his room along with his father turned into something he couldn't name. He had never seen anything like it before. Nothing as scary either.

More than his appearance, it was the man's behavior that frightened the male omega. Once his eyes looked like two empty sockets, another personality appeared. Vicious, manipulative.

The sound of his voice was soft but his every word was more dangerous than poison.

"Lucas." came Wyatt's voice and the werewolf jumped, causing Draken Hook to frown wondering what was wrong with his son.

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He didn't have time to ponder the question any longer as Wyatt's hand rose to his head and a black mist escaped his palm to enter his skull. As soon as the mist wholly disappeared, the Crescent Moon leader's body stood still, almost froze in place, the werewolf's gaze faded. Draken Hook was motionless like an empty shell.

Wyatt circled to face the alpha then traced a rune on his forehead. The black character glowed for a moment before disappearing. The man's lips lifted in a satisfied smile and turned to the omega which flinched again and pressed his kneel to his chest tightly.

His body almost curled into a ball as he tried to pull himself even further away from the man who had his empty eye sockets locked on him. Wyatt walked right up to the bed and stopped right in front of it before turning and sitting right on the edge. His back was straight, in perfect posture, and his voice rose again.

"You know, it hurts me that after all these days together, you still react so negatively to my presence. After all, I never hurt you. I was the one who stopped your father when he start to beat you. Aren't you kinda grateful that you're not beaten anymore? Looked. He can't hurt you anymore like that. Isn't it a good thing?" Wyatt's hand pointed at Draken Hook, standing in front of them, lifeless.

The werewolf's body was surrounded by an ominous black halo that heightened up and lessened up. The rhythm mimicked the beating of a heart. Lucas was shaking all over and didn't know what to do. What the man was saying was true, he had never laid a finger on him, at least from what he remembered and that was the very problem.

Lucas Hook had no memory of most of the time the man spent in his room. Every day for two weeks now, the man came with his father to check that the ritual of the Omega's mark was going on without a hamper and every day, just a few minutes after their arrival, as soon as his father was in this lethargic state, Wyatt stepped closer to him and he passed out.

Lucas eventually woke up the next day, wrapped in his mate's arms with no idea what could have happened. However, his body and inner wolf viscerally repelled the wizard's presence near him. His memory failed him but his body didn't. It recognized the one who inflicted on him, day after day, the same magic torture.

"I don't trust you," Lucas whispered and he buried his head between his knees, squeezing them as if he wanted them to merge with his chest.

"Why not, Lucas? Did I ever do something bad to you?"

The tone of his voice was flat but the quivers of the male omega's body intensified. His body answered on his behalf and the wizard didn't like that.

He did everything to avoid any suspicions. He erased the young werewolf's memory every day. He even erased the traces of his magic. Black didn't want somebody to notice that he was trying to alter the rune sealing something inside Lucas' body.

He sighed and his back arched slightly. Black was annoyed. The wizard took over Wyatt's body when he needed it since the Skinwalker gave in to his dark energy and he knew the werewolf was suspicious of him. He was pissed that things weren't going the way he wanted.

He supposed the young werewolf's instincts were warning him, that's why he had his guard on. Maybe it was the thing inside the werewolf's body that he wanted so badly that was protecting the omega so fiercely. It was upsetting. Indeed, his plan, which he had started thousands of years ago, was dragging on.

They had arrived at this moment just before the confrontation, where the two sides were face to face and looked at each other. That moment when the wind picked up and everyone checked that this ultimate factor was in their favor. The battle was about to rage and he wanted to steal one of his weapons from the enemy.

When Black first took possession of Wyatt's body for the first time, it wasn't to deal with Lucas, but with his father, whom he, like all the other werewolves in the pack, was preparing for the ritual that would grant them his false blessing.

The preparations on the territory were completed, they just have to wait for the right timing. The evening of the next full moon. Of course, Light was convinced that she was doing all this to save the werewolves from the Goddess. That was the only way the wizard could do as he pleased.

When Black first joined the alpha who was monitoring his son, the wizard felt the power inside the male omega. He thought making it his own would be easy, but it had been days and he still wasn't getting anywhere.

The strangest thing here was that he, the scholar who had spent millennia studying and practicing magic, had never seen the rune that sealed the power away from his reach. It never happened before. Black gritted his teeth and opened his hand, palm up.

"I was being nice, though. Blame it on the Moon Goddess. She's getting on my nerves."

Several runes appeared on Lucas' body and the omega lost consciousness.

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Lying on the bed, Lucas was perfectly still. Black's hand placed above his chest, maintaining the flow of energy that he diffused in the circle of runes he had prepared and which surrounded the rune he tried to tamper.

The wizard looked up at Lucas' aura and he saw the wolf lying there, its body spasming from the pain he felt every time the wizard tried to force the magic seal. It knew it was only the beginning. Black never released him until the moon was high in the sky. The wolf closed its eyes waited for its mate to come and comfort Lucas.

It was the only thing that prevented him to give up and die.

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