Sera felt it before the wards finished settling.
The air had the wrong density—too thin, too alert. Magic didn’t hum so much as hold its breath.
The breach had already happened.
Not a tear wide enough to walk through. Not yet. Seraphine hadn’t crossed physically—couldn’t. The old laws still held. The land still resisted her body.
Then the alarms sounded.
Thomas was already moving, crossing the room in long, urgent strides as he reached for weapons along the wall.
“Beta Luca just called it in,” he said. “Perimeters are tightening. Something pushed through—but nothing physical.”
Sera’s chest tightened.
“Mommy,” Sienna’s voice came through the link, thin with strain. “Something touched Luca’s mind. And I feel something pressing on the ward lines… like a presence.”
Sera frowned. Oddly
