“You think Axel and Atticus are going to try to stop me.”
“I think they will try to stop what is coming,” he corrects.
“What is coming.”
He meets my gaze without blinking.
“Evolution.”
The word lands heavier than anything else he has said.
“Change,” he continues. “Real change. Not a shift in hierarchy. Not a new Alpha. A restructuring.”
I shake my head slowly.
“You expect me to believe that I am about to restructure the entire system.”
“You already started,” he says quietly. “The red moon did not fade until the orb chose you. The land stabilized after it entered your body. That was not coincidence.”
My mind races.
“You are saying they will try to stop it,” I say carefully.
“Yes,” he answers. “And they will believe they are protecting you while they do it.”
“Protecting me from
