Alpha Ethan
The Architect rises from the wreckage, posture rigid, attention flicking rapidly between Gravehowl, the Prime, the assembled packs—and me.
This outcome was not predicted.
I bare my teeth, blood slick on my lips. “You forgot something.”
Clarify.
“This isn’t a system,” I say, voice shaking but unbroken. “It’s a people.”
The Architect’s form tightens. People are variables. Variables are eliminated.
Gravehowl laughs again, low and lethal. You still don’t understand, builder.
He turns his massive head toward me, gaze piercing straight through bone and fear.
Little faultline, he says. Do you accept the Hunt?
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