The second occurrence did not begin as disruption.
It began as alignment.
At Silver Fang, late afternoon settled without disturbance.
The convergence ran.
Four strands.
Steady.
Precise.
Complete.
Nothing in the system indicated instability.
Nothing suggested that anything had changed.
And yet—
Everything had.
Arvella felt it before Selena moved.
Not as tension.
Not as unease.
As… attention.
Not her own.
Not Lucas’s.
Something else.
Not pressing.
Not intruding.
Simply—
Present, waiting.
“She feels it again,” Arvella said.
Her voice was quiet, but certain.
Lucas shifted immediately, stepping closer—not reacting to the convergence, but to that subtle, underlying awareness that had no defined source.
“I know,” he said.
His gaze locked on Selena.
“She’s not reaching
