If cunning had a name, it would be the one who never missteps — silently lurking, calculating every moment.
He is our future ally... the upcoming pivot in this war.
Back to the events.
After witnessing the awe-inspiring scene, Adlof stood frozen in the middle of the shelter, unable to believe what he saw.
He collapsed onto an old wooden table,
whispering in a broken voice:
"I...m...p...o...s...s...i...b...l...e..."
His breaths were shallow, his eyes lost, his mind overwhelmed.
He didn't know where to begin — or how to explain what he saw.
The atmosphere shifted. The cold returned, along with a fabricated stillness,
yet the intimidating aura lingered.
Noureddine entered, pausing as he felt the pressure in his chest,
but quickly composed himself and asked:
"What happened at the compound?"
Adlof answered in a low voice:
"Nothing… they didn't let me in."
Noureddine sighed, frustrated:
"Bastards."
He turned with a burning look in his eyes and walked away, saying:
"Rest. Tomorrow will be a long day."
Adlof complied silently and headed to his room.
The room was filled with plans, sketches, and possibilities.
But reality had changed.
If the dogs evolved, it was time for humans to evolve as well.
Humans are not inferior. We are not prey.
It's time to reclaim control.
Time to erase the idea that every beast must have a master —
unless that master is us.
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