Oliver
The pull changes just before dawn.
It’s subtle at first not a snap, not a flare but a tightening.
For a week now, Danny’s presence in the Alpha-link has been distant. Not gone. Never gone. Just muted. Like trying to hear someone speak through walls and water.
Alive, but unreachable. Now the thread tugs.
Ace stills instantly. There.
I sit upright in bed, the movement sharp enough that Sophia stirs beside me.
“You feel it?” she murmurs sleepily.
“Yes.”
The word leaves me before I can filter it.
The direction is clearer now.
South.
Still south but not as scattered as before. Not drifting.
Contained. Focused. I push the link outward.
Zander.
His response is immediate, even at this hour.
“Do you feel that?”
“Yes.”
A beat of silence. It moved.
Or the suppression weakene
