The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 103

The power burns through me like liquid starfire, scouring everything in its path. Where my light touches the mutant wolves, they don’t just die – they disintegrate, corrupted flesh turning to ash that scatters on the wind. Their unnatural screams cut off abruptly as the wave of power rolls across the battlefield, leaving only silence in its wake.

The wave ripples outward, instinctively avoiding our own wolves while burning away any trace of corruption. Wounds that wouldn’t heal begin closing, black lines receding from veins as the light passes through injured warriors. It’s more than healing – it’s a purification that reaches bone–deep, cleansing anything unnatural from our lands.

When the light finally fades, my legs buckle. The power drain hits like a physical blow, every cell in my body feeling scorched from channeling that much raw energy. I start to fall, but Alaric catches me before I can hit the ground, somehow managing to hold both me and his father’s body.

“Sage.” His voice sounds distant, worried. Through our bond, I feel his grief warring with concern for me.” What was that?”

“I don’t-” The words catch in my throat as darkness edges my vision. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t save him. I tried to tell you—”

“Shh.” He shifts, cradling me closer while still maintaining his grip on Perseus. “Stay with me, sweetling. Just stay-”

But unconsciousness claims me before I can hear the rest.

I wake to chaos in the healing wing. Voices overlap as wolves try to make sense of what happened:

-never seen anything like it–““–just like the ancient texts described–““–burned the corruption right out of them-”

“Lady Sage.” The head healer’s face swims into focus above me. “Can you hear me?”

I try to sit up but my body feels leaden, drained in a way normal healing never causes. “The wounded—”

“Are healing.” She presses me back down. “Whatever power you unleashed… it did more than destroy the mutants. Every wolf touched by your light is recovering. Even wounds that resisted all treatment before.”

Memory floods back – the battle, Perseus’s death, that terrible burning power… “Alaric?”

“The King took his father’s body to be prepared for burial.” Her voice softens. “He stayed until we assured him you were stable. The power drain was severe, but you’ll recover.”

Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s grief like a physical weight. But there’s something else too – an undercurrent of… uncertainty? Fear? Before I can examine it closer, more voices approach.

“-must be reported to the council-” “-power we haven’t seen since the ancient packs–““–changes everything-”

Chapter 103

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Lord Harrison appears in the doorway, his face grave. “The council requests your presence, Lady Sage. Once you’re recovered enough to explain what happened.”

“She needs rest,” the head healer protests, but I’m already trying to stand.

“I’ll help her.” Iris materializes beside me, supporting my weight. “But the council can wait. She just saved all your asses – a little gratitude wouldn’t kill you.”

Only then do I notice the other reactions in the healing wing. Some wolves look at me with awe, others with poorly concealed fear. A few noble wolves whisper behind their hands, no doubt already plotting how to use this development to their advantage.

“That power…” The head healer helps Iris settle me back on the bed. “The ancient texts speak of healing pack abilities, but nothing like what you did out there. You didn’t just heal – you destroyed. Purified.”

“I didn’t know I could.” My voice sounds raw, like I’ve been screaming. Maybe I have. “It just… happened.”

“Because you were protecting what’s yours.” Iris squeezes my hand. “The pack. The wounded. My brother…”

Her voice catches on the last word. Through the brave face she’s presenting, I see the raw grief she’s trying to

hide.

“Iris, I’m so sorry about your father.” I push myself up despite my body’s protests, pulling her into my arms. He died protecting us all.”

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“I haven’t even had time to process it.” She presses her face into my shoulder, her composure finally cracking. Mother’s devastated, of course, but she’s trying to be strong for everyone else. You know how she is. And Alaric… Moon Goddess, I’ve never seen him like this. He won’t even look at her, won’t let anyone near him except to handle the… the arrangements.‘

The pain in her voice makes my chest ache. For all his faults, Perseus was a loving father to his children. Even his disapproval of me came from a place of wanting to protect his pack, his family.

“At least he died as he lived,” Iris says softly. “Protecting his son. His heir.” A bitter laugh escapes her. “He would have liked that, I think. A warrior’s death. But Moon Goddess, Sage, I wasn’t ready to lose him.”

The words hit hard as I remember Perseus’s broken body in Alaric’s arms. Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s grief like an open wound, but he’s shut down everything else. Closed himself off in a way that makes my chest ache.

But I can’t focus on that now. Can’t think about what this display of power means for us, for the pack, for everything we’ve built. Can’t think about the fear I glimpsed in Alaric’s eyes before unconsciousness took me – not fear of me, but fear for me.

Through the healing wing’s windows, I watch more warriors returning from the battlefield. They move differently now, casting glances my way with a mixture of awe and unease. Even the head healer, for all her support, keeps checking my pendant when she thinks I’m not looking.

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