Callie’s POV
The territory changed before anyone said a single word.
At first, it wasn’t something visible, nor an obvious alarm that could be clearly identified, but something deeper, more instinctive—as if tension had begun moving beneath the surface of the place the same way a c***k spreads through a structure before breaking it apart completely. I felt it the moment I woke up, even before opening my eyes, because the air was different—too still and too attentive at the same time, charged with a pressure that didn’t come from any single point, but from the entire territory reacting like a living organism.
For several seconds, I remained motionless on the bed, trying to distinguish which part of that sensation belonged to the environment and which part came from me—
but that line was
