They were halfway home when the sky turned the wrong color.
Not gradually—no sunset gradient or storm-cloud warning. One moment it was normal afternoon blue, the next it was a shade of violet that didn't exist in Earth's visible spectrum, pulsing with rhythms that made Samantha's hybrid senses scream warnings.
"Tell me everyone else sees that," Kai said, his wolf already rising to the surface, amber bleeding into his eyes.
"I see it," Marcus confirmed, instincts calculating threat levels. "And I don't like it. That's not natural atmospheric phenomena. That's—"
"The Archive," Callum finished, his dragon manifesting wings that ripped through the back of his shirt with a sound of tearing fabric and suppressed fury. "It's observing. Actively. This is what Miss Petra warned us about."
