A sudden shift tore through secret circles that night. Unseen forces reacted first - ripples spreading before anyone understood what cracked open.
A hum began deep inside Sage - not sound, but sensation - when the fourth tie clicked home. From her core burst something weightless yet strong, rushing out sideways, upward, downward, everywhere at once. This wasn't air moving. It was spirit stuff. The link between paired wolves across landmasses shivered awake, tugged by unseen force. Like a pebble falling midweb, the tremor ran thread to thread, silent, unmissable.
It moved through each wolf. A quiet pull beneath the skin.
Every. Single. Wolf.
Faster than thought, Sage caught it - the jolt rippling back through unseen threads. Each bond shivered as the pulse traveled onward, twisted by distance, carrying slivers of reaction: disbelief here, dread there, wonder farther out. Sounds never made reached her anyway - silent cries tangled in a web stretching beyond horizons.
