The moment he said they were coming to end me, something inside the space changed again, like the world itself had just taken a step back to make room for what was about to happen.
I didn't speak immediately because I could feel it before anything even appeared, that heavy pressure returning but deeper this time, not just pressing on my chest but spreading through the ground, through the air, through everything around us like the atmosphere was being rewritten in real time. The silence that followed wasn't empty, it was loaded, dense, like the calm before something massive breaks apart completely.
"You feel that," he said quietly, his voice lower than before, more controlled, but there was something underneath it now, something sharper.
"I feel it," I replied, and even my voice didn't sound like mine anymore, it came out tighter, slower, like my body was preparing for something I didn't understand yet.
He didn't look away from the direction of the pressure. "Don't separate from me."
That sentence should have sounded simple. It didn't. It landed heavy in my chest, heavier than the threat itself, because it wasn't just about protection anymore, it sounded like something else entirely, something personal, something final if it went wrong.
I wanted to ask what he meant, I really did, but I didn't get the chance because the first sound hit the edge of the space we were standing in. Not footsteps, not voices, something heavier, like impact against reality itself. The walls around us vibrated slightly, dust falling from above in slow, unsettling rhythm, and then the second sound came, closer than the first, and the third after that, until it wasn't sound anymore but arrival.
They didn't walk in.
They broke in.
The wall to our left didn't collapse, it dissolved under pressure, like something had erased it instead of destroying it. Figures stepped through immediately, not rushing, not chaotic, but coordinated, deliberate, like they already knew exactly where everything was and exactly how this would end. There were more than before. Not a small group. Not even a raid. This was something structured, something sent with intent.
And they weren't looking at him.
They were looking at me.
I felt it instantly, like a spotlight had been turned on inside my chest. Every one of them locked onto me at the same time, and the energy inside me reacted in a way I didn't control again, like it recognized them before I did, like something in me was responding to something in them. My breathing hitched without permission, my fingers tightening slightly, my body leaning forward before I could stop it.
"No," I whispered without realizing.
His hand was on my arm immediately, firm but not forceful. "Stay grounded."
"I didn't move," I said, but even I could hear the lie in that.
The Alpha shifted slightly in front of me, not fully blocking me this time but positioning himself like he was ready for everything at once. "They're not here to negotiate," he said.
"I figured that part out," I replied, my voice sharper now because the pressure was building again, and it wasn't just outside me anymore, it felt like it was inside my blood.
One of them stepped forward. Not the fastest, not the strongest-looking, but the one everyone else seemed to align around. His eyes didn't leave mine for even a second, and when he spoke, it wasn't loud, but it carried too easily through the space.
"She's unstable," he said simply.
"I'm right here," I snapped before I could stop myself.
That earned no reaction from him. "That's why we're here early."
Something in that sentence made my stomach tighten. "Early for what?"
But he didn't answer me. Instead, the group behind him began to move in a slow circle, not rushing us, but surrounding us in a way that felt controlled, like they were closing a structure rather than starting a fight. The Alpha beside me shifted slightly, and I felt it immediately, that change in his body language, not fear, not hesitation, something more focused, more dangerous.
"They're sealing the space," he said quietly.
"Sealing?" I repeated.
"They don't want interference."
That made no sense at first, until I felt it. The air itself tightening, like something invisible was pressing down from above, reducing space, reducing options, reducing escape. The ground beneath us pulsed slightly, and I realized with a slow, sinking feeling that this wasn't just an attack. This was containment.
They didn't just come for me.
They came to trap everything here with me.
My breathing started to shorten. "You didn't mention this part."
"I didn't have confirmation," he said.
"That's not comforting."
"It's honest."
Another step forward from them. Closer. And this time, I felt it clearly, that pull inside me responding again, stronger than before, like my body wanted to step toward them instead of away. I clenched my jaw hard, forcing myself to stay still, but it didn't fully stop it, it just slowed it.
The Alpha noticed immediately. "Don't follow it."
"I'm not following anything," I said through my teeth.
But then one of them spoke again, and this time it wasn't directed at me, it was directed at him.
"You're delaying what she already is."
That made him move.
Not fast.
Not impulsive.
Controlled.
But he stepped forward slightly, and the air around him changed instantly, pressure shifting in the opposite direction like his presence alone was pushing back against theirs.
"Say it again," he said quietly.
The man tilted his head slightly. "You already know what she is."
"I know what she is to me," he replied.
That sentence landed differently.
Even I felt it.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
But final in a way that made my chest tighten for a reason I didn't want to analyze right now.
The man smiled slightly. "That's the problem."
And then everything happened at once.
No warning. No countdown. No build up. The circle closed inward at the same time, and the pressure in the air snapped like something had been released. The ground under us shook violently, and I barely stayed upright as the Alpha grabbed me instantly, pulling me to the side just as the first strike hit where I had been standing. It wasn't a physical weapon, it was force, pure compressed energy that cracked the ground open on impact.
"Move," he said sharply.
"I'm trying," I replied, but my body was already reacting to something else, something inside me responding to the chaos, trying to rise again.
Another strike came from the side. He blocked it. Another from behind. He turned instantly. Everything became movement after that, fast, controlled violence, but what made it worse was that they weren't just attacking him, they were adjusting around him, adapting, like they were studying him mid fight.
And I was still at the center of it.
One of them broke through his guard and reached for me.
Before I could react, my body reacted first.
The energy inside me surged violently, not fully controlled, not fully unleashed, but enough to push outward in a sharp burst that sent him flying back into two others. The impact echoed through the space, and I stumbled slightly, shocked at how fast it happened, how natural it felt now, like my body was starting to choose before my mind did.
"That's what we're talking about," one of them said from the ground.
I swallowed hard. "I didn't do that on purpose."
"Yes you did," the Alpha said, not looking away from the fight.
That made me freeze for half a second. "No I didn't."
But he didn't correct me. That silence said more than anything else.
Another wave came, stronger this time. He moved to intercept it, but the space itself was tightening now, like the sealing was complete, like escape routes were closing in real time. I felt it in my lungs, in my skin, in the way my thoughts started to feel slightly delayed, like something was pressing against my mind.
"This is not just an attack," I said quietly.
"No," he replied. "It's extraction."
The word made my stomach drop.
They weren't trying to kill me in the normal sense.
They were trying to take something out of me.
Or bring something out.
Something I still didn't understand.
Another figure stepped forward, closer than the rest now. "You can't protect her from herself forever."
"I don't need forever," the Alpha said.
"What do you need?" the man asked.
The Alpha finally looked at him fully. "Enough time."
That was when I felt it again.
The pull.
Stronger.
Deeper.
Not just from them now.
From everywhere.
From inside me too.
And for the first time, I realized something terrifying.
It wasn't trying to pull me toward them.
It was trying to pull something out of me toward them.
And I didn't know if I could stop it anymore.
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End
The ground cracked again
but this time
it wasn't from them
or from the fight
it was from inside me
and I heard my own voice
without speaking
whispering
"I think I'm what they came to wake up"