The man who descended into the courtyard on a platform of solid light was a living statue of the myths I had been raised on. This was Fenris, the First Alpha, the “Father of the Pack” whose name was carved into the foundation of every story we possessed. But the hero of the legends didn’t wear a silver-chrome collar that pulsed with alien light, and he didn’t stand beside a mercury-armored Envoy with the casual, subservient ease of a well-trained hound.
“You look confused, child of a dead future,” Fenris said. His voice was a deep, resonant rumble that felt like a rockslide in my chest. He walked toward me, his movements fluid and so powerful they seemed to distort the air around him. He wasn't just a wolf; he was the prototype, the original blueprint of everything we were. “Did the sto
