A REPLACEMENT FOR ALPHA KAEL
I said, “but you no longer remember why it was written. You call me an anomaly because I do not fit within the cages you built. You call me dangerous because I did not forget what you wanted buried.”
One of the ancients stepped forward, his form massive, his presence pressing like a storm. “Then speak it,” he said. “What do you claim we buried?”
I exhaled slowly.
“The truth,” I said. “About the beginning.”
The chamber stilled.
“Before packs,” I continued, my voice steady, “before councils, before titles and bloodlines, there were Primordials. Wolves born not of hierarchy, but of purpose. Keepers, not rulers. Forces shaped by the land itself, bound to it, not above it.”
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