For one member of the Dem family, Amy, traveling between cities had become a part of her routine.
There were only two cities she ever went to now.
One of them was Slough, her hometown, where her brother still lived and ruled over their territory with his sharp, watchful eyes. The other was the bustling city where AJ Entertainment had its headquarters, where she had made her new home.
Gary had moved his family there, his mother, Amy, and White, all together in one place. He had done it out of fear.
He knew an attack might come. He knew that the easiest way to get to him would be to go after his family.
And knowing full well that at some point the two Alphas would inevitably clash, he had made the only choice he could. He had brought them away from Slough, away from the place he had once called home, to keep them safe.
Yet that night, Amy could not sleep. She lay awake long after midnight, staring at the ceiling, thoughts tangled in restless knots.
Eventually, she rose from her bed still in her pajamas and wandered across the dark apartment until she stood before the tall glass window of her high-rise.
She stared out over the sprawling city lights.
She stood there so long that she watched them fade as dawn approached, watched the sun slowly rise, bathing the skyline in a pale orange glow.
“You’re quite sensitive, aren’t you,” a voice said gently at her side.
Amy flinched, almost stumbling, and whipped her head toward the sound, only to see White standing there.
Her heart slowed. “I... I’m surprised you’re awake too,” Amy replied softly. “And I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the change in seasons.”
White walked forward with her usual silent grace until she was beside Amy. She smiled faintly and turned her gaze out the window as well.
“It’s not that,” White murmured. “You are a member of the Dem family after all. Although a core part of it has been taken out of you... you are not completely detached from it.”
A nervous chuckle slipped from Amy’s lips. White was not someone who talked often.
“You’re... talkative today,” Amy said. “And honestly, you sound a bit stranger than usual.”
White didn’t answer right away. A quiet stretched between them before she spoke again, her tone softer, more distant.
“Do you believe in gods?”
Amy blinked. “That came out of nowhere...”
She hesitated, then sighed. “I mean... if I’m honest, my faith has changed with the times. Sometimes life was so hard I thought there couldn’t be one.
“Then... when I think about the scale of the whole universe, it makes me wonder. There has to be something out there, right? Maybe... maybe we just aren’t as important as we think we are.”
“Right,” White replied simply.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the horizon. “The word ‘god’ is quite an interesting one. If people worship something, it can even come into existence, or perhaps I should say, if lifeforms worship.
“So, life forms play a large and crucial part in the existence of gods in the first place.”
White paused, then tilted her head slightly.
“Let me ask you another question. What do you think is the most stable shape known to man?”
“Oh!” Amy’s eyes lit with sudden recognition, glad for the shift in topic, even if she still felt unsettled. She snapped her fingers. “It’s a triangle, right? I think we learned that in engineering.”
“Correct,” White said. “I asked it in a way I thought would be more suitable for you to understand.”
She exhaled slowly. “You see, the universe is like a triangle.
“When it stays that way, everything is stable.
“But right now, the universe is broken.
“I helped break that triangle... and now, I’m trying to fix it.
“Trying to make sure there is another piece. Because if the triangle is unstable... then there is one other thing that is stable.”
White’s gaze darkened.
“And that is... if there is nothing left to exist.”
Amy took a small step back.
Something about White felt... wrong.
Her voice, her presence, the way she spoke, it was off. It was almost as if she was possessed by someone else. And if she wasn’t possessed... then what was she?
Was White pretending to be someone entirely different all this time?
“I hope,” White whispered at last, “that what I gave him back then... a long time ago... will be put to good use. And that it’s worth all the sacrifices we’ve made.”
White’s eyes didn’t move from the rising sun.
Far away, the battlefield was trembling.
The three Alphas stood facing one another, their strength rising like a tide.
Elemental power was seeping from their bodies, curling into trails of mist and light that scorched the broken ground beneath their feet.
This would be a devastating clash. All three knew it. And all three moved at once.
They charged together, three forces of nature, three living storms, rushing ahead with all the power they possessed.
When they were less than a meter apart...
The medallion around Gary’s neck shone bright.
It flared with a sudden blinding light that swallowed all three of them whole. The brilliance poured outward, flooding across half the battlefield in a tidal wave of radiance.
Those still locked in battle froze, their heads turning toward the glow.
Those who looked directly at it could see nothing else, just the searing white light, drowning out everything around it.
And then... slowly... it began to fade.
Xin had been watching closely from the sidelines. Her heart hammered as her eyes struggled to adjust. She squinted through the fading brilliance, desperate to see what had happened.
The light dimmed at last. And what she saw made her mouth fall open.
“What...” Xin whispered. Her voice cracked. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel·fire.net
She looked to her side, to the others, and saw their stunned faces.
They were all seeing the same thing.
They were all seeing the same nothing.
Because where the three Alphas had stood, There was nothing.
No sound. No movement. No presence at all.
“They’re... gone,” Xin said.
Her voice trembled as it escaped her lips.
“All three of them... they’ve completely disappeared.”
END OF PART 2 of the Final Arc of My Werewolf System
Thank you, everyone, for making it this far into My Werewolf System.
I don’t usually do this, but I’m going to take a small one-day break before the final arc. (No Chapter tomorrow.)
There are two reasons for this.
First, to properly plan the final arc. I have a rough outline, but I always create a detailed outline before starting each arc.
Second, I’m also in the middle of a city move. The more detailed the plan is, the less likely it’ll be for Chapters to get interrupted even during the move.