Aurenya’s POV
The camp exploded into motion.
Wolves rushed toward the eastern perimeter.
Voices shouted orders.
Weapons were drawn.
But underneath the chaos—
I felt her.
Not through sound.
Not through scent.
Through the split.
Like something ancient had finally turned its full attention toward me.
And it recognized me instantly.
Rhydan stepped in front of us automatically, body tense as another scream echoed through the trees.
“Stay inside.”
Arinya immediately frowned. “We’re not babies.”
“You’re five.”
“I can bend metal.”
“That’s not helping your argument.”
Normally that would’ve made me smile.
But Lyssara suddenly grabbed my hand tightly.
Too tightly.
“Mama…”
I looked down instantly. “What is it?”
Her silver-blue eyes flickered faintly again.
“She’s looking at you
