~Caleb~
The war room buzzed with tense energy as we outlined our counteroffensive against Marx. Data points and strategic objectives cluttered the monitors, but none of it was coming together the way it needed to. I needed space—just a moment to think beyond the noise.
"I'll be back," I muttered, moving away from the table where Lyra and the others continued debating tactics.
That's when it happened.
A searing heat ignited at the base of my skull, spreading like wildfire through my chest. My vision blurred, the room tilting as I braced against the nearest wall. The sensation was unmistakable—impossible—yet undeniable.
Caleb.
Her voice crashed through the silence in my mind, breaking the emptiness that had existed since the Blood Moon. Not a memory or desperate wish, but her—Elara—sur
