“No.”
“Discipline is alignment.”
He laughs once.
“You’re too late.”
The nearest wolf screams.
Silver erupts from his skin.
The cathedral windows shatter.
The ground trembles.
Morgan shouts from behind me.
“He’s pushing too fast!”
Of course he is.
He doesn’t want stable awakening.
He wants instability on camera.
The baby convulses violently inside me.
Pain lances through my abdomen.
I grit my teeth.
Not sever.
Not flare.
Integrate.
I step into the cathedral floor.
The silver current responds instantly.
The three wolves’ fields snap toward mine.
Not forcibly.
Instinctively.
Ashcroft’s eyes widen.
“Don’t you dare.”
Too late.
I don’t suppress their flare.
I don’t sever their field.
I absorb the chaos.
The silver current spreads outward from me.
But not as eruptio
