Thanks to a great fan named John König, this book is now being published as audiobook on Youtube. It has a metallic yet feminine voice, oddly fitting to the setting. Imagine listening to your faithful Machine Spirit, and it will feel even better.

link here https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCElL-U5W9hW-1PeuqKPxhdw

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0d0iUv24LCfd92HkfEHK6SrDdOltIizC

Enjoy.

And now, the loyal companion gets his own POV. All hail Canis, the Immortal Wolf himself.

Canis slept, and dreamed.

Just as the big Golden Alpha said, he was now much more than a simple Fenrisian wolf.

The Elysian Fields were now open to him in his dreams, and he could hunt as much as he wanted. Demons or Xenos, traitors or corrupt, none could stand in front of the Mightiest Canis. At least in his dreams.

Sadly, the real enemies were slightly more dangerous than the ones in his dreams. For now.

Leaping over an entire mountain, Canis rushed into a pack of Orks and rapidly ripped them to shreds, even ignoring their silly metal spikes and tiny pricks of molten metal they shot with. Mightiest Canis cared not for such minor inconvenience, and barely registered the glowing claw of the Ork Alpha while he crunched his melon head between his indestructible teeth.

With the tasty mushroom brains also came the knowledge inside, as little as the puny Orks had. Not that Canis even needed such low knowledge, such as avoiding minefields or tearing cables out to disable the smoky machines.

He already knew all that and more, even in the harsher real. The Black Alpha has taught him well, even before the Golden Alpha added those 'upgrades'.

New flesh organs powered up his muscles and speed, while the metal organs enhanced his mind and senses.

Even asleep, Canis knew everything happening in the Black Flying House, tinniest vibrations being translated into locations and identities of anyone or anything moving inside the ship. Smells also gained increased definition, and now he could tell emotions or intent by the smallest change in the perspiration of a human, although the Eldar Black Man was still able to elude him. For now.

His organs still needed more time to grow and adapt to his wolfish blood, and the brain-reading organ could only read fragments of the knowledge from his prey. For now.

But one day, the Golden Alpha said, it would grow into a different one, able to digest souls as well. Animaphagion, the same organ his Black Alpha had.

Mightiest Canis ran again, and jumped into a deep sea filled with small Krakens, just like those from Home, but smarter. Working in vicious packs, trying to devour him before he did the same. But unlike Home, he could move underwater and even breathe, and he tore the Krakens into small bits, easier to eat.

In the real world, he would need to power up his rain shield, that smelled like fresh rain, and then take out the metal claws to do this, and much slower. In the Dream, Canis was way beyond such meager aids, as the Ancestor Wolf Spirit ran with him everywhere, like a second indestructible skin.

Canis wasn't there yet, and it would take many moon cycles to reach this in the real. Many more enemies to devour as well, and steal their purple mana for himself.

But one day.

Sighing softly, Canis dreamed more, hunting the enemies of the Alpha, just like the Ancestor Wolf did, since the beginning of the Pact.

He was loyal and fluffy when needed, or vicious and bloody in combat, when the Alpha asked. Canis was still a good boy.

For now.