INICIAR SESIÓNI exhale slowly.“They’re closing the triangle,” I murmur.“Yes.”We stand across the desk from each other, tension not between us but around us, like air charged before a storm.“They’re not trying to breach,” he continues. “They’re tracking how fast we redistribute.”“And whether we overcommit,” I
I wake before dawn again, not because I am rested but because my body has started to anticipate disruption, and the silence feels too clean after days of probing. For a few seconds I lie there staring at the ceiling, listening for anything out of place, and when nothing comes I almost distrust the c
Landon steps in without knocking, closing the door quietly behind him.“Communication logs show a few rerouted messages over the last week,” he says. “Nothing overt. Just redirected through alternate messengers.”“Voluntarily?” I ask.“Claimed to be convenience.”Convenience.The word sits wrong.“C
I wake to the sound of rain against the window, steady and unrelenting, and for a moment I lie still and listen to it because rain smooths edges, it blurs scent and softens tracks, and part of me resents it for that.Beside me, Landon shifts before I even move, the bond already humming low and aware
There is a subtle shift then, not explosive, not dramatic, but real. Shoulders lower slightly. Eyes meet mine without darting away.Landon steps in beside me, not overshadowing, just reinforcing.“The northern probe last night confirms that we cannot afford internal fragmentation,” he says. “Externa
I wake before the alarm because my mind never truly shut off, and for a few seconds I lie still, staring at the ceiling while the memory of that distant howl threads back through my chest like something unfinished. The bond is quiet but alert, not agitated, just aware, and I press my palm flat again







