Page 267 of Ranger's Wildflower
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Not broken.
Not invaded.
Set.
Prepared.
Tessa moves through it, turning on lights, straightening things.
Reclaiming it.
Her space.
Her life.
I stay in the back room.
Out of sight.
Watching everything through the glass reflection.
Every angle.
Every shadow.
Trigger outside.
Beast above.
Blaze on feeds.
We’re locked in.
Now we wait.
Time stretches.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
Then—
It hits.
That shift.
That instinct.
“Movement,” Blaze says through comms.
My grip tightens.
“Where?”
“Front. Approaching slow.”
Of course he is.
