The Alpha’s Secret Triplets
The silver scars from that fourteen-year-old cut were glowing; not gold, or copper, but a deep, ancient silver that mirrored the pulse of the mountain.
The blue beam from the quarry was still screaming into the sky, the Synthetic wolves were dropping from the cliffs, and my kids were standing in a circle of elemental light.
I looked at Caleb, who was holding the resonance together.
The debt. The mountain hadn't demanded anything for years. But now, the corporate machines were drilling into its veins, and the mountain was finally waking up. It was demanding its payment. And the shaman’s words echoed in my head:
“If you break the oath, the debt will be paid in the blood of your heirs.”
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