It happened during surgery.
She was mid-procedure — a lycan trauma case, complex but clean, the specific focused state she entered when the work required everything — when she felt it.
Not pain. Not alarm. Something entirely other.
A small movement. Distinct. Interior.
She stayed focused. Completed the procedure. Closed correctly. Said the necessary things to the team. Walked to the scrub sink and removed her gloves in the specific sequence she always did.
Then she stood at the sink with the water running and held still.
*Solène,* she said.
*Yes,* Solène said. She was already there — had been there, Nara realised, for the past several minutes. Present in a way she hadn't been during the procedure itself, hovering at the edge of Nara's attention like someone who knew something was ab
