Semua Bab ALCHEMY OF MATES - ALPHA AND LUNA REBORN : Bab 81 - Bab 86

The boring revolution ended when the sky started screaming.I was in another irrigation meeting—this time debating optimal crop rotation patterns—when reality itself convulsed with an arrival that made the Architects' manifestation look gentle.The ceiling dissolved. Not destroyed—simply ceased to exist as if reality had forgotten it was supposed to be there. And through the opening descended something that made every instinct I possessed scream to run."I am the Devourer Beyond," it announced, its voice resonating across frequencies that should not exist in material reality. "I am what hunts the void between realities. I am what the Architects feared. I am what consumes dimensions that have grown too chaotic to sustain. And I have been watching your revolution with great interest."Through the bonds, I felt Zack and Drake's territories experiencing identical manifestations. This thing was appearing simultaneously in three locations, its presence so vast it could exist in multiple pla

Six months after the Devourer's visit, democracy had spread to twenty-three territories.Not through conquest or cosmic mandate. Just through word spreading that Silvermoon, Northern Coalition, and Eastern Empire were trying something different. That normal wolves had real voices in local decisions. That consensus governance actually worked when people committed to the tedious process.I was meeting with representatives from one of these new territories—a small pack called Riverbend that wanted advice on starting their own democratic experiment—when the final challenge arrived.Not cosmic entity or ancient beings. Something more dangerous.Zack walked into the meeting room with expression I had never seen on his face. Not anger or determination or tactical assessment. Just bone-deep exhaustion that suggested he had reached his breaking point."I cannot do this anymore," he said without preamble, his voice flat. "Six months of meetings about irrigation schedules and crop rotations and

I found Zack and Drake in the garden behind our shared home, arguing about tomato plants."You are overwatering them," Zack insisted, his Alpha authority completely wasted on vegetable cultivation debates. "Look at the leaves—they are turning yellow.""That is not from overwatering," Drake countered. "That is nitrogen deficiency. We need to add fertilizer.""It is definitely overwatering," Zack maintained stubbornly.Through the bonds—still present, still connecting us, still never unified again—I felt their affection beneath the bickering. This was what our life had become. Not cosmic battles or revolutionary transformation. Just three people who loved each other arguing about garden care on a Tuesday afternoon."They need more sunlight," I said, walking over to examine the plants. "You planted them in partial shade. Tomatoes need full sun. The yellowing is not water or nutrients—it is insufficient light."They both looked at the plants, then at the shade cast by the nearby tree, the