Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S CURSED LUNA: Bab 51 - Bab 55

Three weeks after pattern broke. After anyone became target. After everything became uncertain. We'd lost ninety-two wolves total. Ninety-two people erased. Ninety-two voids in reality.Then something impossible happened.Someone came back.Not returned. Not rescued. Not found. Just suddenly there. Where they hadn't been. Where void had been. Suddenly real again.Marcus. Young wolf. Bonded three weeks. Disappeared during ceremony celebration. Gone for seventeen days. Void for seventeen days. Nothing for seventeen days.Then there. Just there. Standing in clearing. Confused. Disoriented. Real.His mate found him first. Screamed. Thought she was hallucinating. Thought grief had broken her. Thought she was seeing ghosts.But others saw him too. Touched him. Felt him. Confirmed reality. He was real. He was back. He was returned.Pack erupted. Confusion. Joy. Terror. Hope. Everything simultaneously. If one returned. Could others? Could everyone? Was disappearance reversible? Was void tempo

Day twelve of tremors. Reality shaking every two hours. Like clockwork. Predictable horror. Scheduled existential crisis.Pack was breaking. Not suddenly. Slowly. Incrementally. Person by person. Moment by moment. Breaking under cumulative weight of repeated trauma. Of constant exposure to void. Of being forced to choose reality over and over and over."I can't do this anymore," someone said. Council meeting. Voice flat. Eyes empty. Broken already. "I can't keep choosing here. Keep fighting to stay present. Keep being real. I'm tired. So tired. I just want to stop. Want to let void take me. Want to stop fighting."Others agreed. Quiet agreement. Exhausted agreement. Broken agreement. They were done. Finished. Unable to continue."You have to keep trying," Kieran said. Desperate encouragement. Leader trying to lead. "You have to keep choosing. Keep being present. Keep""Why?" the person interrupted. Not angry. Just genuinely asking. Genuinely needing reason. "Why keep trying? What's th

The network changed everything. But not how we expected.Collective grounding worked too well. Three hundred voices anchoring each other. Three hundred presences refusing void. Three hundred souls choosing reality together.Void adapted.Of course it adapted. It was learning. Studying us. Understanding our resistance. Finding weakness.The weakness was obvious. Connection itself. The thing that made us strong also made us vulnerable.Started during synchronized tremor. Day forty-two of tremors. Network grounding as usual. Three hundred voices speaking together. Anchoring together. Staying together.Then pain. Sudden pain. Collective pain. Like network itself was being attacked. Being twisted. Being weaponized against us.Someone screamed. Through network. Through connection. Through merged reality. Scream that echoed through all three hundred. Scream that was felt not just heard.And they disappeared. Not to void. Through network. Their consciousness didn't go to between. It spread th