Alpha Ethan
Ethan stands at my right, silent and immovable, a constant presence that steadies the tremor in my bones.
“They’re not here to crown you,” he says quietly.
“No,” I agree. “They’re here to decide what I am.”
We descend together.
The summit is held in the open amphitheater carved into the mountain stone generations ago—a place meant for declarations of war and oaths of loyalty, not debate. The irony isn’t lost on me.
As I step into the circle, the noise dies.
Not because I command it.
Because they feel me.
Every gaze locks onto mine. I feel their instincts rise—dominance, challenge, curiosity, fear. The threads of awareness tug at my consciousness, lighter than before, but present.
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