By midday, the entire pack could feel it something was about to happen.Not an attack.Not yet.But the air carried that same tension from before a storm, the kind that made instincts sharpen and nerves tighten. Shadowridge was alert, every warrior moving with purpose, every eye watching the borders.Aria stood in the training field, her arms crossed as she watched Lyra spar with two warriors at once. Lyra moved fast—precise, aggressive, completely in control. Within seconds, both opponents were on the ground.“Again,” Lyra said, not even slightly out of breath.Finn, sitting on a nearby bench, shook his head. “Remind me never to annoy you.”“You already do,” Lyra replied without looking at him.Aria almost smiled, but it didn’t last.Her focus shifted.That feeling again.Faint.But there.Nyra stirred immediately.They watch.Aria’s body tensed slightly. “I know.”Kael noticed the change instantly as he approached. “What is it?”Aria didn’t take her eyes off the tree line beyond the
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