Amelia’s POV

It started with a jolt. Not the kind that came from training exhaustion or too many nights spent tossing in bed, but something deeper. Something wrong. My chest went tight, like the air around me had shifted.

Lyra stirred inside me, restless.

I gripped the edge of my desk, breath shallow. “What is it?” I whispered, though I already knew it wasn’t just me panicking. The feeling pressed sharper, colder. Ryder.

The thought slammed into me with no warning. Ryder was in ...