XanderHe felt her at the edge of the northern human territories.Not clearly with the precision of close proximity. More like the sense of a signal through significant interference, the bond is present but attenuated, carrying distance in its texture the way a voice carries distance when heard through walls.Alive and moving. Frightened in a managed, functional way, the specific fear of someone who was scared and had decided to be competent about it.He stood at the territory boundary marker, his hands in his jacket pockets, Bren two steps behind him, and he breathed in the cold air and tried to locate the direction of the signal the way you orient toward a sound that is just at the edge of hearing.East.Possibly south-east."She's beyond the boundary," Bren said quietly."Yes," Xander said."The Volkovs," Bren said carefully. "They don't know you can feel her.""No," Xander said."You're not going to tell them," Bren said."Not yet," Xander said."Because" Bren started."Because if
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