**LANDON**
I see it happen a fraction too late.
From the upper walkway, I catch the shape of the yard settling into a configuration that does not belong to routine training or casual gathering, the spacing too deliberate, the mix of ranks too balanced, and by the time the understanding sharpens into certainty, Cheyenne has already been guided into the centre of it. There is no announcement, no formal call to assemble, just a quiet convergence that looks organic enough to pass without challenge if you are not watching for intent.
I am watching.
And I know, with a cold certainty that tightens my jaw, that this was not incidental.
She stands where they placed her, posture composed, expression neutral, and I feel the familiar pull of the bond as my attention locks onto her, not flaring, n
