The hybrid pup's first howl shattered the ritual hall like breaking glass. The sound was wrong - too deep, too powerful for something newly born. Red energy crackled around the widow as the creature slid into the world, it's tiny body already covered in dark fur and glowing golden eyes that mirrored both Ryker's curse and my stolen blood.
I stood frozen for half a second, scalpel still raised, the awakened curse burning hot in my veins. The power I had unleashed moments ago had weakened every Alpha in the room, but it hadn't stopped the birth.
The widow laughed weakly through her pain, sweat soaked hair clinging to her hair. "Too late, Surgeon. He's perfect. Stronger than your cursed bastard ever will be."
Darius shoved Ryker back and came towards the altar, eyes wild with triumph. "
