PRIMUS ALEXANDER’S POV

My wolf was the first to notice.

He wasn’t growling anymore. He was... bowing.

Yielding.

And then I felt it.

The pull. Not pain. Not even fear. Something older. Something sacred. My breath caught as her voice echoed back in my skull like a whisper branded into my flesh:

It was like time itself had cracked apart.

The corridor was frozen. Elders locked in place. Levi half-turned. Juliet mid-breath. The Core Fang still pulsing in Aquamarine’s shaking hands.

And ...