Semua Bab Wrath Of A Scorned Luna : Bab 61 - Bab 70

The thing coming through the torn sky is massive and wrong in ways that make the original entities look almost natural by comparison.The Reconciliation doesn’t have a fixed form, it’s constantly shifting between what cosmic law used to be and what it is now, caught in the space between old reality and new reality and furious about existing in that contradiction. One moment it looks like burning equations, the next like frozen time, then like the concept of balance given hostile form.“Mabel of the Silver Wolf,” it says again, and its voice makes my bones vibrate with wrongness. “You altered fundamental cosmic law without permission from the forces that govern existence. You broke reality’s foundation to save mortals who were always meant to be sacrificed. This cannot stand.”The Reconciliation descends toward the convergence point and everything it passes over starts glitching between states, trees flickering between alive and dead, warriors caught between wounded and healed, the gro

I’m falling backward through my own timeline and it’s nothing like I expected, every moment of my life playing in reverse at speeds that should shred my consciousness but somehow don’t.I watch myself step into the Void going backward, see Alistair fighting the Reconciliation in reverse motion, watch the New Primordial un-merge and separate back into my children and the eight entities. I’m hurtling through time toward the exact instant when cosmic law was rewritten and the seed in my hand is burning with compressed reality, waiting to be planted.The Reconciliation is still holding me, still pushing me backward, and I can feel it preparing to erase me completely the moment I reach the target moment. This whole plan relies on me being faster than an entity made of reconciling contradictions, which seems impossible but I don’t have any better options.My wolf is howling inside me, my silver wolf that’s been with me through every impossible thing I’ve survived, and she’s not afraid becau

The thing climbing out of the ground isn’t shaped like anything that should exist and my wolf is going absolutely insane inside me, not with fear but with recognition.Every werewolf within a hundred miles starts shifting involuntarily and I can feel it happening through whatever cosmic awareness the seed gave me when I planted it. Wolves are emerging across the continent whether their human hosts want them to or not, called forth by something their primal nature remembers even if their human minds don’t.Alistair shifts beside me without choosing to, his massive black wolf bursting through and he’s snarling at the emerging creature on pure instinct. Every survivor at the convergence point who carries wolf blood is transforming, their animals seizing control because the human parts are too shocked to function properly.The ancient thing pulls itself fully from the ground and my wolf finally makes me understand what she’s been screaming about.This is where we came from.The first wolf

I can feel myself aging with every second the New Primordial channels power through me and my silver wolf is fighting it with everything she has but cosmic forces don’t care about mortal resistance.My fur is turning grey at the roots, spreading outward like frost across my coat, and through the pack bonds I can feel thousands of wolves trying to share the burden with me. Alistair’s black wolf presses against my side feeding me his strength, Elara shifts and stands on my other side doing the same, and across the convergence point every member of the Original Pack is howling to channel their life force through our connections into me.It’s helping but not enough, the New Primordial needs massive amounts of power to fight something as vast as the Anti-Primordial and I’m the conduit burning through decades of life to provide it.“You’re killing her,” Alistair snarls at my god-children while his wolf tries desperately to keep me upright.“We’re saving reality,” the New Primordial replies

Three days until the foreign werewolf armies arrive and I’m standing in what used to be our territory looking at ruins that used to be a thriving pack home.The fortress is collapsed stone and scorched earth from when the Reconciliation tore through here, the dens where families raised cubs are just holes in the ground now, and the training grounds where young wolves learned to hunt are craters where cosmic forces battled. Everything we built over years is gone and I’m supposed to rebuild it in seventy-two hours before an invasion arrives.Alistair shifts to human beside me and surveys the destruction with the kind of quiet devastation that’s worse than screaming.“We had two hundred wolves in this pack,” he says. “I can smell maybe sixty still alive in the area. The rest either died in the battles or scattered when the pack bonds broke.”Sixty wolves against an invasion force that Possibility says numbers in the thousands, and most of our sixty are traumatized from fighting entities