The first sign isn’t magical.
It’s logistical.
Morgan is the one who notices.
She storms into the training chamber just as I finish another controlled anchoring exercise. Sweat drips down my spine, but for the first time since Eclipse, the silver current feels contained rather than volatile.
“We have a breach,” she says without preamble.
My heart rate spikes. “Another ritual node?”
“No. Internal.”
That’s worse.
Kade appears seconds later, Kieran behind him.
“Three hours ago,” Morgan continues, “we fed three different versions of tomorrow’s patrol route to three different officer clusters.”
Thorne steps into the room, already holding a tablet.
“And exactly one of those routes was intercepted by Covenant scouts.”
The air goes cold.
“Which one?” I ask.
“The version given to the
