Chapter Forty Two — Alpha Obelius
Alvaro's Point of View
There are exactly two lycanthropes alive in the supernatural realm.
I am one of them.
The other one hates me.
Not in the way most people hate me — the reflexive, performative hatred of those who fear what they don't understand and have decided that contempt is a more comfortable posture than honesty. Not the political hatred of rival alphas who resent my claim to power and have dressed that resentment up in the language of principle. Not even the personal hatred of someone like Xavier, raw and grief-driven and specific.
Obelius Dunamis hated me the way only another lycanthrope could hate me — from the inside of the same condition, from the particular vantage point of someone who understood exactly what I was because he was the
