Chapter 110 – Just Alone
Titus was alone.
Night had fallen over Sofía's mansion with a dense, almost tangible weight. Everything was wrapped in an uncomfortable silence, as if the air itself had forgotten how to breathe. From the balcony of his room, the city glittered in the distance: tiny, alien lights, lives that had nothing to do with his own.
First he stood. Then he sat.
He looked.
But he didn't see.
His mind wasn't in the city. It was trapped far away from there.
At the academy. In the blood. In the screams. In those people.
In the more than one hundred.
He exhaled slowly, rested his elbows on his knees, and laced his fingers against his lips. His body remained still, but inside, everything spun out of control.
One hundred and something.
He couldn't even say the exact number without something breaking inside him.
Just a few days ago, there were three.
Three.
And now…
He closed his eyes.
What have I done?
It wasn't anger that accompanied him. It was weight.
It hadn't been a plan. Nor a strategy.
It was impulse.
He saw people die. He saw fear. He saw desperation.
And he simply… couldn't look away.
His emotions had beaten his reason.
He knew it.
And now he was there, trapped in the consequences of having done what felt right at that moment.
He opened his eyes.
I don't regret it…
And that was the worst part.
Because one part of him — the most human part — felt relieved.
Relieved that those people hadn't died.
Relieved that he had done something.
Relieved that he hadn't stayed still.
But the other part…
The one that thought.
The one that tried to see beyond.
That part was drowning.
What am I going to do with all of them?
He couldn't find an answer.
Not one.
A thousand paths opened before him, but none were clear. None were safe. None were enough.
And among all those thoughts…
One weighed more than the others.
Walter.
His jaw tensed, just for an instant.
It wasn't like with Sara.
With Sara, everything was simple. She accepted. She flowed. She didn't question.
But Walter…
Walter felt.
Walter carried his own wounds.
Walter was already broken before all of this began.
And now… now he was going to see this.
More people. More decisions. More things done without asking his opinion.
Titus lowered his gaze.
How will he react?
It wasn't fear. It was discomfort. It was guilt.
Not because he had done something wrong… but because he knew that, once again, he had decided without him.
He slowly rose from the balcony and walked to the bed. He let himself fall, still dressed, staring at the ceiling as if expecting an answer to sprout from there.
But nothing sprouted.
Only more questions.
He closed his eyes.
Fatigue began to weigh on his body… but his mind wouldn't shut off.
It kept spinning. Over and over. Without stopping.
Until…
"I am you… and you are me."
His eyes snapped open.
He sat up in bed, breathing faster than normal.
"What…?"
He looked around.
Nothing.
Silence.
Darkness.
"What was that again…?"
He brought a hand to his head.
"Am I thinking with this again…?"
"You are not thinking."
The voice returned. Clearer. More present.
"It's that you are me… and I am you."
Titus went completely still.
His breathing became slower… but heavier.
"What do you mean…?"
There was a pause.
"You will understand soon."
A chill ran down his spine.
"I have something to teach you… but not tonight."
His heart pounded harder against his chest.
"Get ready."
Silence.
"Prepare your body."
Another pause.
"Exercise."
Titus frowned, confused, almost annoyed.
"How…? How can I be talking to myself and telling myself to exercise…?"
"You are not dreaming."
The voice now sounded deeper. More profound. More real.
"You are hearing my voice."
A second of silence.
"You are hearing our voice."
His skin prickled.
"Just follow my instructions…"
Titus's breathing became erratic.
"…and you will be the most powerful alpha that has ever existed."
Suddenly…
He opened his eyes.
He sat up abruptly in bed.
He was breathing heavily. His body completely drenched. Cold sweat.
It ran down his back, his neck, his forehead… as if his own body were reacting to something his mind didn't yet understand.
He brought a hand to his chest.
His heart was still racing. Too fast.
He looked around.
Everything was still the same. The room. The darkness. The silence.
But he wasn't.
He felt different. Confused. Unstable.
As if something had moved inside him… and hadn't returned to its place.
He ran a hand over his face, wiping away the sweat.
What the hell was that…?
He had no answer.
One more thing. Another thing he didn't understand. Another thing added to everything else.
He closed his eyes for a second… but not to sleep.
Just to try to order the chaos.
But the chaos wouldn't be ordered.
It was still there. Bigger. Heavier.
G sea
And now… with a voice.
And for the first time…
Titus no longer knew if the problem was the outside world…
The next morning, Titus didn't wait.
Light was barely beginning to filter through the curtains of the room in Sofía's mansion. He hadn't slept well. His body was tired, but his mind was the same as the night before: heavy, restless, unable to stay quiet.
He sat on the edge of the bed.
He looked at the phone for a few seconds.
He knew that this call… changed something.
It wasn't just any conversation.
It was a decision.
He unlocked the phone and searched for the contact.
Walter.
He pressed call.
The tone rang once…
twice…
Until finally, on the other end, the call connected.
"Titus…?"
Walter's voice sounded muted, still dragging fatigue… or something more.
Titus didn't hesitate.
"Meet me at lunch. In the library."
There was a small silence.
"Why…?"
"This is a clan meeting."
The word landed firmly.
Not group.
Not friends.
Clan.
"Just us."
Pause.
"You and Sara."
On the other end, Walter took a second longer to answer.
"…Okay."
Titus lowered his gaze slightly, as if organizing the words inside his head before releasing them.
"I need you to call her."
Another pause.
"Tell her to be there."
His tone wasn't harsh… but it left no room for argument.
"I need to talk to both of you."
He breathed.
"It's important."
Silence.
"It's about the future of the clan."
The weight of those words was felt even through the phone.
Walter didn't answer immediately.
But this time… he didn't ask anything more.
"…I understand."
The call ended.
Titus stared at the screen for a few more seconds.
Then he slowly lowered the phone.
The air in the room felt different.
Denser.
More serious.
There was no longer room for improvisation.
It was no longer just reaction.
Now…
He had to decide what to do with everything.
And this time…
He wouldn't face it alone.