REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!
The white runes surged — brighter than before, brighter than the convergence had made them, the specific brightness of a system being run in reverse generating heat it wasn’t designed to manage.
The Ancient Lycan stopped moving.
He felt it.
Of course he felt it — the reversal was running through his structure the same way the feeding ritual would have run through it, through every connection he’d built, every channel he’d opened, every pack conquest that had created a conduit route into his reserve. The same roads. The same channels.
Running the wrong direction.
He looked at me.
“No,” he said.
The first time in a thousand years.
The first time that voice had produced something that sounded l