For the rest of the day, Nyra could not shake the feeling that something had changed.
The sensation she had experienced on the ridge lingered beneath everything she did, threading itself through conversations, patrol reports, and training sessions until even ordinary moments felt touched by something unseen. The camp remained busy as always. Wolves moved between shelters carrying supplies, hunters returned with fresh game from the western forest, and children darted recklessly through the clearing despite Arin's repeated attempts to impose order on their endless energy.
To everyone else, it appeared to be another normal day.
To Nyra, it felt like standing beneath a sky moments before a storm.
She spent most of the afternoon attempting to understand what she had sensed. Several times sh
