LIAM’S P.O.V.
The air shifted.
I noticed it first in the stillness, that eerie quiet that falls before the world remembers how to breathe. The flames in the hearth flickered, then stretched unnaturally long, twisting like something unseen had just brushed past them. The light dimmed, though the fire hadn’t died.
I stood and turned toward the window.
The sky outside was no longer the same one I’d seen moments ago. It churned and boiled, dark clouds forming where only clear night had been. Lightning flashed once in the distance, no thunder, no warning, just white fire ripping through the heavens.
“What the hell…” I muttered under my breath.
Aragorn stirred. His voice came low and uneasy. "That does not look like a storm."
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I figured that part out.”
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