Running Away with Alpha's Baby Bump
“Stand still. Let it settle.”
And impossibly, the air around the man softened. The pressure eased just enough for him to breathe.
I felt it then. A pattern emerging. These thresholds weren’t just opening, they were reacting to proximity. To emotion. To instability.
“They’re resonance-born,” I said slowly. “But linked. Responding to each other.”
“And us,” Kael added quietly.
“Yes.”
The weight of that settled heavily in my chest.
“Maeve,” I said, eyes never leaving the circle. “I need responsiveness, not force.”