"The wild gave me sight. The Law gave me form. Between them, I found the silence that makes power real."
The silence was the truest measure of the Tri-Bond's restoration. No longer a white-hot static in my mind, the catastrophic power of Alaric's Alpha Law was reduced to a distant, manageable hum. I was anchored by the most potent foundation I possessed: my mates. Rell Thorne was a warm, heavy weight against my back, his wild wolf scent soothing my agitated Panther Alpha instincts. Gavriel, his twin, stood beside the bunk, his hand resting on my hip, his steady presence providing the necessary structural order. The ritual had worked; I was whole.
"I feel better," I stated, the words coming out steady and cold. I slid off the bunk, pulling Rell's tunic over my head. My Seer-sight, once fractured, was now a crystalline pane of glass, allowing me to see the deep, foundational issues that demanded immediate repair. My inner Alpha Panther was subdued, waiting for my strategic direction.
