Feral on the Ice
"You have to Force the Perspective. You have to make them feel what we felt."
"How?" Elara asked, her fingers closing around the cold, golden-amber metal.
"The Whistle," Julian realized, standing beside her. "The Whistle isn't for the Wolves. It’s for the Architects. It’s a 'System-Interrupt'."
The Breach of the Third-Reality
The Giant’s hand closed around the marble.
The world inside—the Ark, the garden, the pack—began to shake with the force of a cosmic earthquake. The glass walls of their universe started to crack under the pressure of the Giant’s grip.