All Chapters of Three Alpha's, One Reckoning, (Wake by the Ancient): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sable's POV---The scream comes at midnight, and I know before I reach him that something has changed.I run through the corridors of the Silver City, my heart pounding, my wolf surging beneath my skin. Garrick and Merrick are already ahead of me. They felt it too. They always do.We burst into Stellan's room.He is on his knees in the center of the floor. His hands are pressed against his temples. His eyes are wide open. But they are not empty anymore.They are burning.Silver light pours from his eyes. From his skin. From his very soul. The room is filled with it. Blinding. Beautiful. Terrifying."Stellan!" I drop to my knees beside him. "What is happening?""I can see," he gasps. "I can see everything."---The light fades after what feels like hours but is probably only minutes.Stellan collapses into my arms. He is shaking. Crying. But he is also laughing. A broken, desperate, joyful sound."It came back," he whispers. "It came back.""What came back?" Garrick demands. He is pal

Sable's POV---The Void is at our borders, and I can feel it eating the world.It has been three days since Stellan told us the truth. Three days since I agreed to become the vessel. Three days since Garrick stopped looking at me like I was his whole world and started looking at me like I was already gone.The Void spreads faster now. It has consumed the eastern forests. The northern mountains. The western lakes. It is moving toward the Silver City. Toward us.And I am the only one who can stop it.---I find Garrick in the training yard at dawn.He is not fighting. He is just standing there. Staring at the dummy. His hands are clenched. His jaw is tight."You should be resting," I say."I cannot rest.""You need your strength.""For what?" He turns to face me. His eyes are red. "For watching you die?""I am not going to die.""You are going to be trapped. Forever. That is worse than death."I walk toward him. I take his hand."It is not worse. It is necessary.""Necessary." He laugh

Sable's POV---The Void reaches the Silver City at dawn, and I know this is the last morning I will wake as myself.I stand on the balcony, watching the fog roll in. It is not gray. It is not black. It is nothing. An absence of color. An absence of light. An absence of everything. It moves like a living thing, creeping through the streets, swallowing buildings, swallowing people, swallowing hope.The people are fleeing. I can hear them. The screams. The cries. The chaos. The Moon-Touched. The pack wolves. The hybrids. Everyone who found a home here. Everyone who found a family. They are running through the streets with children in their arms and terror in their eyes.They are running. They are afraid.And I am the only one who can save them.---Garrick appears beside me. He does not speak. He just stands there. His hand finds mine. The touch is warm. Real. Human. The only warm thing left in this dying world."It is time," I say."I know.""I am sorry.""Do not apologize." He turns t

Sable's POV---The light breaks through the Void, and for the first time in forever, I feel something other than emptiness.It starts as a crack. Thin. Fragile. A hairline fracture in the fabric of nothing. Then it grows. Wider. Brighter. A flood of silver light pouring through the darkness like water through a broken dam.I reach for it. I reach with everything I have. My mind. My heart. My soul. The threads that connect me to the world pull tight. They are not fragile anymore. They are strong. They are unbreakable.They are my way home.---I hear them before I see them.Garrick's voice. Raw. Desperate. Furious. "Hold the circle! Do not let go!"Merrick's voice. Sharp. Steady. "The crack is widening. Keep pushing."Stellan's voice. Clear. True. "She is coming. I can see her. She is coming."Odette's voice. Quiet. Determined. "For Sable. For our sister. For our family."They are all there. Everyone. The Moon-Touched. The pack wolves. The hybrids. The elders. The children. Everyone I

Sable's POV---The first sign that something is wrong comes from the eastern border, and it arrives in the form of a dead wolf.Not killed by rogues. Not killed by Shadow Kin. Not killed by anything I have ever seen before. His body is drained. Empty. Hollow. His eyes are open, staring at nothing. His fur is gray. His skin is cold. There is no wound. No blood. No sign of struggle. Just a wolf who was alive one moment and gone the next, with nothing left behind but a shell.I stand over the body with Garrick, Merrick, and Stellan. The morning sun is bright. The birds are singing. The world is peaceful. But I feel none of it. I only feel the wrongness. The cold. The hunger."This is the third one this week," Merrick says. His voice is sharp. Controlled. But I can hear the fear underneath. "Same pattern. Same cause. Same emptiness.""Who found him?" I ask."His pack. They said he went hunting alone last night. He never came back. They found him at dawn."I kneel beside the body. I reach