UNKNOWN POV
Alarms screamed through the walls.
He did not look up.
The sound had been going on for more than thirty minutes and forty-seven seconds. Long enough for the weak to panic. Long enough for guards to forget their training. Long enough for lesser minds to start confusing noise with catastrophe.
He turned the page.
He didn’t have time for that. Plus his monsters would handle everything.
His jaw tightened.
The prophecy sat on the corner of the desk, that ancient leather-bound insult with its cracked spine and faded ink. He did not need to open it again. He knew every line. Every primitive, moon-drunk word.
The Golden Wolf shall choose the path.
Choose.
He hated that line most of all.
Because he was beginning to understand it.
Not spiritually.
Not mystically.
Not in t
