Third Person P.O.V.
Claire stood barefoot at the edge of the clearing, her eyes fixed on the sky that was slowly turning the deepest hues of indigo and navy. The moon, still veiled behind a thick curtain of clouds, cast faint silver streaks across the forest floor. The energy was shifting, tightening, aligning itself with purpose. Claire could feel it humming beneath her feet, rising through the air like a swelling breath before the plunge.
From behind her, the glass door of the house creaked open. Rose appeared, her presence steady, composed as ever. Claire turned slightly at the sound.
"Go get Bella and Mason," she said in a low voice. "Bring them downstairs. Not outside. Not yet. Just downstairs."
Rose nodded and turned on her heel, disappearing into the house without question. Clai
