NEVA POV
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It happened on the third night, faster than Bena's projections had suggested, the specific unpredictable timeline that made every convergence its own particular emergency regardless of how many precedents existed to study.
I felt it before Talia's mother called out — my wolf going sharp and alert in the specific way she'd been trained to recognize since Pria Vane's break, the pressure of something building toward release.
I was in the room within seconds.
Talia was sitting up, her hands shaking, her breathing already fast and shallow, the specific overwhelmed edge of someone whose body had finally stopped being suppressed and was rushing to make up for lost time.
"Look at me," I said, crouching to her eye level, the exact posture Ziko had taught me, that I'd watched him
