POV: Rhea Mooncrest"Do you see them, Ash? They aren't waiting for a command anymore. They’re waiting for a heartbeat."Rhea stood on the jagged, salt-stained balcony of the Blackwood Estate, her fingers curling around the cold iron railing. The wind whipped her hair across her face, smelling of ozone and the ancient, damp earth of the Under-Whisper. Below her, the courtyard was no longer filled with the disciplined ranks of the Silverfang Pack. Instead, it was a sea of shifting, restless forms—wolves that stood on two legs with the grace of humans, and humans whose eyes glowed with the predatory violet of the void."I see them, Rhea," Ash replied, his voice a low, gravelly rasp right behind her ear. "But they don't look like a pack. They look like a storm waiting to break.""They are the hybrid race, Ash. The bridge between the Archive and the earth," Rhea whispered, her amber eyes tracking a young girl in the courtyard who was absentmindedly sharpening her fingernails into obsidian
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