Alpha Ethan
My faultline burns.
“They’re attuned to me,” I whisper. “Tracking the interface.”
The Prime’s growl deepens, vibrating through the earth. They should not exist here.
The lead dark wolf opens its mouth.
Words crawl out.
Not sound.
Command.
Asset confirmed. Extraction window compromised. Initiate correction.
The pack explodes.
Midnight’s wolves surge forward with a thunderous roar, meeting the dark hounds in a collision of teeth, claws, and fury. The sound is brutal—bone snapping, flesh tearing, snarls ripped raw from throats.
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