The transformation is completed. Our pack rose as something new. Lesser guardians. Each one connected to the seal. Each one carrying a fragment of the nine bloodlines. Each one is a potential weakness.
And the second Void knew it.
Corruption spread through the bond. Not to us first. To them. To the weakest links. To the wolves who were not ready. Who did not understand what they had become.
“Something is wrong,” Sera said. Her eyes flickered. Gold one moment. Black the next. “I can feel it inside me. Whispering. Promising power if I just… let go.”
“Fight it,” we said. “Hold onto yourself. Do not listen.”
“I am trying. But it is so loud. So persuasive.” She collapsed. Clawed at her head. “It says you lied to us. That you made us into slaves. That freedom means breaking the seal.”
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