THE ALPHA'S LOST HEIR
My work was slow, immense, and invisible to the surface world and that was how I preferred it.
The summons from Silvermoon broke the silence with the force of an earthquake. Ronan’s voice, now clean and strong, resonated through the deep-Earth comms line. "The enemy is not blood, Drax. It is a mathematical disease. We need the only wolf whose stability is absolute."*
I arrived at the Inter-Dimensional Gateway hub, not with a roar, but with a silent, tectonic certainty. Aelia and Liam met me, explaining the nature of the threat.
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