The third Void did not attack. It whispered.
Not to us. To our pack. To Sera and Richards and Elena and every human who chose to stay. It spoke in dreams. In doubt. In questions that had no good answers.
“They are not your alphas anymore. They are prisoners. Slaves to eternity. Do you really want to follow something that is barely alive?”
We felt the whispers spreading. Felt our pack’s faith wavering. Not because they stopped loving us. But because the third Void spoke truth wrapped in poison.
We were not their alphas anymore. Not really. We were guardians. Watchers. Things that existed between life and death. How could they follow something that could not truly lead?
“Kade,” we said through our shared consciousness. “The third Void is different. Smarter. It is not trying to corrupt t
