Greyson’s POV
The shift in the air came before the attack.
It always does.
A silence.
Too clean.
Too controlled.
Even the wind held its breath.
I stepped forward, placing myself fully in front of Zara.
Not out of habit.
Instinct.
Claim.
War.
I was seeing red at this moment.
“Davon,” I called, my voice low but carrying.
“I see them,” he answered from the tree line.
Good.
At least I wasn’t the only one who felt it.
Because whatever was coming—
It wasn’t normal. Everything that has been happening was never normal.
Zara moved behind me, but I could still feel her.
Not just physically.
Through the bond.
Through the mark.
Through something deeper that had sharpened since tonight.
Sky was fully alert now.
Not restless.
Not reactive.
Focused.
Finally, something worth ki
