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LILLY – POV
Something’s wrong.
I feel it in the moment Baylee steps into the ring. There’s no obvious signal—no stumble, no flash of light, no scream. But my chest tightens as if something ancient and sacred just shifted under my feet.
I stand just behind the younger Alphas, arms folded, half-smiling like any other Luna should. But I’m not watching Jacob. I’m not even watching Baylee fight.
I’m watching Caden.
His movements aren’t clean. He’s distracted, shoulders too tense, eyes flicking toward her every few seconds. When she takes a hit to her side, I see him flinch—barely noticeable. But I know my son too well.
He felt it.
I turn slightly, searching the nearby crowd for someone who might’ve seen the same thing.
Fiona stands further down the line, arms crossed, her face pale
