"The law was not carved in stone. It was howled into existence by teeth, by blood, by the bond. And now it must be defended the same way."
The interior of Velmoraeth swallowed the light of our single lantern, plunging us into a darkness so profound it felt like a heavy, physical substance. But the darkness was not empty. The air hummed with raw, concentrated Primal Alpha Law, a power that made the very air vibrate.
Elias and I moved with the seamless coordination of two souls sharing one heartbeat. Our hands remained clasped, the Mate Bond a bright, warm filament against the cold dread of the ancient stone. The initial shock of passing the Alpha Threshold had given way to a terrifying certainty: Vorath was here, and he was doing something monstrous with the foundations of our world.