Chapter 180

Maren

The convergence doesn’t arrive like a storm.

It arrives like a decision.

The world tightens first—air thinning, sound dulling, colors sharpening until everything feels too real, too close. I feel it in my bones before the ground reacts, in the way my wolf goes utterly still and my siren falls silent for the first time since I can remember.

Not fear.

Focus.

This is it, my wolf says, not