Alpha Ethan
The Crown reacts first—too fast, too desperate.
Authority slams outward.
The land convulses, crushing one hound beneath erupting stone—but the backlash hits me like a hammer. I drop to my knees, coughing blood as the fracture inside me widens.
The Reverent’s presence flickers faintly, frustrated, unable to fully anchor through whatever interference blankets the clearing.
Do not dominate, it warns weakly.
“I didn’t—mean to!” I gasp.
The Prime moves instantly, stepping over me, his massive form interposing itself between me and the fight. His roar splits the night, ancient and absolute.
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