The shadow did not move for a long time.
Elara watched it through the gap in the door without moving her head. The corridor was dim, the morning light coming through the far window at an angle that threw everything into long shapes, and the shadow was at the edge of that light, neither fully in it nor fully out of it.
A person standing still.
Watching the door.
She calculated the distance. Twelve meters. The door between them was open six inches. Whoever was in that corridor could see the gap but probably could not see through it at the angle they were standing.
She could feel them.
Not threatening. That was the first thing her new sense confirmed. Whatever was in the corridor was not carrying the quality of intent that Kade's wolves carried, that loaded coiled readiness she had star
