ログインSabine's POV
Time fractured into desperate seconds.
The female Alpha's finger moved toward the detonator. Her smile was cold. Triumphant. Ready to die if it meant taking us with her.
I moved on instinct. Pure reflex honed through months of fighting impossible odds. My body launched forward. Faster than thought. Faster than fear.
I hit her at full speed. Knocked the det
Lilian's POVThe documents proved everything.Communication logs. Coordinated timing. Shared terminology that should not exist between wolves who have never met. Evidence of conspiracy spanning realms.Traditionalists in our world were working with the Extraction faction in the origin realm. Working together. Planning together. Coordinating an attack to prevent Sabine's crossing or kill her during transition.My hands shook as I read message after message. Encrypted poorly. Hidden carelessly. Like they never expected anyone to look. Never expected the former traditionalist to turn against them."They are planning sabotage," I whispered to the empty room. "Planning to attack during the crossing ceremony when Sabine is most vulnerable."The crossing was scheduled for tomorrow. Dawn. Portal opening at the precise moment
Lilian's POVSabine's rejection cut deeper than I expected."Someone needs to stay and support Sera's leadership."The words were kind. Logical. Reasonable. And they felt like dismissal. Like being told I was not good enough. Not strong enough. Not worthy of fighting beside my sister when it mattered most."Lilian." Sabine's voice was gentle. Patient. Everything I did not deserve after years of cruelty. "This is not punishment. This is trust. I am trusting you with something more important than combat. I am trusting you with the home.""Home does not need protecting." Bitterness leaked through. "Home is stable. Safe. Boring compared to political war in a dying realm.""Home is vulnerable." Evander corrected. "Garrett's rebellion proved that. Nightbane needs strong leadership. Needs wolves who understand traditionalist tactics. Need
Sabine's POVThe Seeker's warning echoed in my mind for days.Crossing will immediately thrust Sabine into a political war she may not survive.A thirty percent survival rate. Seventy percent chance of death. Factions that wanted to use me, kill me, or stop me. And only forty percent of pure bloods who might actually support a partnership.The math was brutal. The odds were terrible. The choice was impossible.But I had already made it. Deep down, past fear and logic and survival instinct, I knew what I would choose. What I had to choose.I would cross. Would fight. Would risk everything because fifty million lives outweighed my comfort. My safety. My desire for a simple existence."You are thinking too loud." Evander's voice pulled me back to the present. We stood in Phoenix Pack training grounds
Kael's POVThe library door opened without warning.The Seeker stepped through. His silver eyes swept across our circle. Across our still connected hands. Across the ancient text Thorne held."You performed a vision quest." Not a question. An observation laced with something I could not identify. Concern? Fear? Guilt?"You lied to us." Sabine's voice was cold. Sharp as broken glass. "You told us the origin realm was unified. That all pure-bloods wanted our help. You never mentioned factions. Never mentioned opposition. Never mentioned wolves actively working to prevent us from crossing."The Seeker's expression shifted. Became weary. Ancient. Like the weight of centuries pressed down on him."I did not lie." He said carefully. "I omitted. There is a difference.""Not from where I stand." Evander rose. Protectiv
Sabine's POVRiven's confession shattered me.Visions of separation. Of me calling for help while he could not reach me. Of barriers and distance and terror I could not imagine."How long have you carried this alone?" My voice broke. "How long have you watched us die in your mind while pretending everything was fine?""Since the binding." His voice was hollow. Empty. "Every night. Every time I close my eyes."Guilt crashed through me. I had been so focused on my own struggles that I missed his suffering. Missed the way exhaustion carved lines into his face. Missed the constant vigilance that never relaxed."We need to understand these visions." Evander's voice was firm. Decisive. "Need to determine if they are prophecy or anxiety. Real threat or fear manifestation.""How?" Kael asked. "How do we analyze visions
Riven's POVKael's question hung in the air like an accusation."How do you really feel?"I felt nothing. Everything. Terror compressed so tightly it became numbness. That was how I felt."I am fine." The lie tasted familiar. Comfortable. Safe. "I am focused on protecting all of you. That is what matters.""No." Kael pushed harder. "That is not an answer. That is deflection. Your turn to be vulnerable."Vulnerable. The word felt foreign. Wrong. Vulnerability was a luxury I could not afford when Sabine's safety depended on my constant vigilance."Riven." Evander's voice was gentle. Concerned. "Kael shared his fears. I shared mine through my father's letter. Sabine has been honest about her struggles. What about you? What are you carrying?"Everything. The answer clawed at my throat. Every fear. Every vision. Every glimpse of futures that terrified me beyond words."I have no doubts about following Sabine." Truth was easier than lies. "My entire existence centers on protecting her. Prot







