Third Person P.O.V.
The Blue Moon Pack slumbered beneath the heavy weight of midnight, unaware of the disturbance inching closer to its heart. At Bella’s house, however, rest had become a forgotten luxury. The living room glowed with the soft golden light of a single overhead lamp, shadows stretching across walls and floors, dancing like ghosts of battles past and battles yet to come.
Claire sat stiffly in the center of the room, eyes sharp, spine erect, the weight of impending magic humming in her bones. Across from her, Bella perched on the edge of the couch, worry etched into every inch of her face. Aiden and Blake stood nearby, tense and alert, their bodies poised like drawn bows.
"She’s close," Claire said, her voice barely a whisper, but loaded with enough power to silence the roo
