Claimed By a Cold Alpha
Just — people looking at someone, deciding what’s true about them, and saying it in their own language.
“Steadfast.”
Sasha had suggested it.
Sasha who had stood in a storage unit on a Tuesday afternoon because she felt like it, not because she was asked to.
“Say it,” I said. “In the old language. The way it was said in the Room?”
Damien looked at me for a moment.
Then he said it — low and precise, the old language sitting differently in his voice than the English did, something older and more resonant underneath it, the kind of sound that existed before written records—
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