LOGINThe Primordials had not yet spoken their judgment when reality shattered.A presence tore through the Court of Origins with such violence that even beings who predated existence recoiled. It was not cosmic power or dimensional manipulation—it was pure, concentrated hatred given form and purpose."I am Warlord Theron," the figure announced, and our pack-integrated consciousness recognized him instantly through Zack's origin point. "And I have come to collect a blood debt owed by the Silvermoon Alpha."Through our unified awareness, we saw him clearly for the first time. Massive even by Alpha standards, his body covered in scars that told stories of a hundred battles. But it was his eyes that made our consciousness freeze—they burned with madness born from grief so profound it had twisted into something monstrous."You do not belong here," the lead Primordial said, its voice carrying the weight of pre-creation authority. "This is judgment space. Only those summoned may—""I was summoned
We had five seconds before the Architects' army reached us.Through our integrated consciousness, we processed impossible variables. Five thousand exhausted wolves barely able to stand. Seventeen Devourers powerful but outnumbered by the Architects' forces. And us—integration strained past every limit, running on willpower alone.Against us: three hundred Architect constructs, each one capable of rewriting local reality. Two thousand Council enforcers wielding suppression magic specifically designed to counter our abilities. And fifty Eclipse Pack survivors, their corruption stabilized into permanent dimensional manipulation that made them faster and stronger than normal wolves."We cannot win this," Zack's origin point assessed through our unity. "Not in our current state. Not with our allies this damaged.""Then we do not win," Drake's aspect said. "We survive long enough for reinforcements to arrive.""What reinforcements?" I questioned through our shared awareness. "Everyone who c
The Forgotten's trial lasted exactly seventeen seconds before it was interrupted by invasion.We stood in the center of their conceptual courtroom—a space where seventeen thousand cosmic entities surrounded us in judgment formation—when reality tore open from five different directions simultaneously.Five armies poured through the breaches. Not supernatural enforcers or cosmic beings, but actual werewolf kingdoms mobilizing for total war."The Northern Coalition under Alpha Darius's heir," we identified through integrated consciousness, processing threats from multiple angles. "The Eastern Empire led by Empress Katarina. The Southern Clans unified under High Chief Brutus. The Western Federation commanded by Chancellor Vex. And—"Our voice caught as we recognized the fifth force."Silvermoon pack," Elena's scarred face was grim as she led a thousand warriors through the dimensional tear. "You really think we would let you face judgment alone? You saved our territory. Now we return the
We materialized in Silvermoon territory mid-battle, reality spitting us out with violent force.The Source had not just saved us—it had reconstructed us completely and sent us back to normal reality. But we emerged into absolute chaos.Silvermoon pack was burning.Through our singular consciousness, we processed the devastation in microseconds. The Eclipse Pack had somehow returned before us, their remaining wolves—maybe two hundred survivors of Konstantin's sacrifice—tearing through Silvermoon's defenses. The Council's enforcers had arrived to "contain the threat," which meant executing any wolf who resisted their authority. And the Forgotten's forces, still seeking revenge for our interference with their rewrite, were systematically erasing pack members from existence.Elena was leading the defense, her scarred form covered in blood as she fought three Eclipse wolves simultaneously. She was losing."Move!" our unified voice commanded, and reality obeyed.We crossed the distance betw
The Source hit us like being torn apart and rebuilt simultaneously.We crashed through barriers that separated conceptual space from material reality, our unified consciousness fragmenting and reassembling thousands of times per second. Every fragment of our being screamed as pure logic tried to unmake anything that was not perfectly ordered."Hold together!" we commanded ourselves, Alpha dominance fighting to maintain cohesion. But the Source rejected dominance—here, only perfect logic existed. Command meant nothing.Then reality weavers materialized behind us."They followed us through!" Drake's origin point registered the impossible. "How are they surviving conceptual space?"Through our fractured perception, we saw the truth. The Council's reality weavers had merged themselves into a single distributed consciousness, sacrificing individual identity to survive the Source's pressure. Twelve minds functioning as one, their combined processing power letting them endure what should des
We survived in the void for what felt like three weeks before the hunters found us."Impossible," Drake's consciousness flickered with alarm through our integration. "Nothing should be able to track us in absolute emptiness. There is no dimension here, no reality signature to follow—""Unless they are not tracking us," Zack interrupted, his Alpha instincts screaming warning. "They are tracking the disturbance we create by existing where nothing should exist. We are an anomaly in the void. A presence in absence. That makes us visible."Through my void manipulation, I felt them approaching. Not Council enforcers this time. Something worse.The Architects had sent Erasers.I had never heard of them before, but knowledge flooded through my transformed consciousness—fragments pulled from the integrated powers' collective awareness. Erasers were the Architects' ultimate weapon. Beings specifically designed to eliminate anomalies from existence. They did not kill or capture. They simply remo







