Replaced by His First Love
We stood at the threshold of the Soul Altar—the very center of Sector Zero.
It wasn't a room. It was a massive, translucent brain made of quartz and silver mercury, pulsing with the life-force of every wolf on Earth.
And in the center of the Altar, waiting for us, was the First Omega.
She didn't wear a white dress anymore. She was a skeleton of golden light, her silver-gray eyes fixed on Leo.
“The Remainder has arrived,” she whispered, her voice a sonar pulse that shook the mountain.
“Now, Mother… sign the last page.”