Third Person P.O.V.
The sun had barely begun its climb into the sky, its rays slicing through the tall trees that surrounded Bella's home like protective sentinels. Inside the house, the air hung thick with tension and the metallic taste of impending war. The entire group had reconvened after Bella's phone call, still shaken from the robotic voice that had shattered the fragile sense of calm. But as the minutes ticked by and the promised location message had yet to arrive, a collective sense of urgency began pulsing through the house like an undercurrent.
Claire stood in the center of the living room, her palms open and her breath measured. Her eyes were closed in fierce concentration, ancient words falling from her lips in rhythmic murmurs as she began her protective work.
"Guardian ve
