Freya’s pov.

The air was different after the ritual. Thicker, quieter. As if the silence itself was listening.

When the shaman finished tying the final thread of connection between us, we stood in stillness. No words, just the hum of new power settling into place.

Tiberius was the first to speak, his voice even, yet softer than usual. "It feels different than when you linked me to Victor."

The shaman gave a slight nod. "As it should. You are already bound by fate. I ...