The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99

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The wounds are getting worse. Every patrol brings back warriors with injuries that fight my healing in new ways. The mutations adapt faster now, like they’re building toward something.

“The infection spreads differently,” I tell the head healer, showing her black lines that spider through veins.” See how it targets vital points? Like it’s learning…”

“They prepare for something bigger,” Aura warns. “These are test runs.‘

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“These aren’t normal mutations anymore,” the head healer agrees, studying the black lines. “See how the patterns change? Almost like…”

“Like they’re testing which infections work best,” I finish. “Learning from each attack what hurts us most.”

Another warrior arrives, this one’s wounds pulsing with strange energy I’ve never felt before. When I try to heal him, the corruption actually fights back, attempting to climb up my arms like it has a mind of its own.

“Not natural,” Aura growls. “Someone directs this. Controls it.”

When I try to heal another warrior, corruption actually changes form under my hands, adapting to fight my specific healing energy. This isn’t just evolution – it’s targeted resistance.

“They learn from each encounter,” I tell the head healer. “Not just how to hurt us, but how to counter our healing. Like they remember…”

“Like someone collects data,” Aura suggests. “Studies our responses.”

The implications chill me. Someone isn’t just creating mutant wolves – they’re perfecting them. Using each attack to refine their weapons. Soon, I may not be able to heal them at all.

Unless I find a way to adapt too.

Perseus’s voice carries from the training grounds as he drives warriors through endless drills. Since his return, he pushes everyone to their limits – especially himself. Even now, I can smell his exhaustion beneath his power.

“Your formations leave gaps,” Perseus criticizes, though the warriors have been drilling for hours. “Here, and here.” He demonstrates, his movements betraying his fatigue despite his attempts to hide it.

Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s growing frustration. The warriors are exhausted, their arms shaking as they hold defensive positions.

“Perhaps if we rotated shifts,” Garrett suggests carefully. “To maintain energy for real attacks—”

“Real attacks won’t wait for you to rest,” Perseus snaps. But his own hands tremble slightly as he demonstrates another move. “The enemy builds strength while we grow soft.

“Again!” he commands as warriors struggle through formations. “You leave your left flank exposed. In real

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“Father.” Alaric’s voice holds careful patience. “They’ve been at this for hours.”

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Through our bond, I feel his growing concern about Perseus’s intensity. About the way he studies our defenses with almost desperate focus.

“Hours won’t matter when real attacks come,” Perseus snaps. “Or are you too busy with your… distractions to see what builds on our borders?”

His eyes cut to me briefly. The dismissal still stings, but something else lurks beneath it – a tension I don’t understand.

Later, I catch Perseus studying old battle maps, his fingers tracing defensive positions we haven’t used in generations.

“These formations,” he mutters, not realizing I’m there. “If they come from the north… but no, they’ll expect that…”

He looks older somehow, worn thin by whatever knowledge he carries. When he notices me, his face hardens back into its usual mask of disapproval, but not before I catch something that looks almost like guilt in his eyes.

That afternoon, while examining patrol reports, I notice something in the attack patterns. The mutations don’t just evolve – they test specific responses. Like they’re mapping our defensive capabilities.

“Look.” I show Alaric the evidence. “Each attack probes different weaknesses. They’re not just killing – they’re gathering intelligence.”

His face grows grave as he studies the patterns. Through our bond, I feel his beast’s unease.

“They build toward something,” he agrees. “But what?”

I take the reports to Perseus, swallowing my pride. This is too important for personal feelings.

“Interesting theory,” he says coldly. “But I prefer to trust warrior instincts over… civilian observations.”

“With respect,” I persist, “these patterns show-”

“They show that we need stronger defenses.” He turns away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a patrol to lead.”

“You’re exhausted,” I say before I can stop myself. “Let me help. My healing could-”

“I don’t need healing from my son’s… companion.” But something flashes in his eyes – something almost like regret.

That night, I find Alaric in his study, pouring over territory maps.

“He knows something,” I say quietly. “The way he pushes, the way he watches our borders…”

“Like he’s preparing us for something specific.” Alaric runs a hand through his hair. “But he won’t tell me what.

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Through our bond, I feel his frustration, his worry. I move behind him, running soothing hands over tense shoulders.

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“He was different in the eastern territories,” Alaric says quietly as I massage his shoulders. “The reports say he drove himself harder than anyone, barely slept. Like he was searching for something specific.”

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