Kaelen arrived three days after Luna's smile incident, landing in the Silverstone gardens with enough force to crack the ancient paving stones. This wasn't a friendly visit. His bronze scales were dull, his movements tense, and his mental voice carried none of its usual measured patience.
"We need to talk. Now. All of you."
Seraphina looked up from where she'd been feeding Luna in the morning room. Through the windows, she could see the dragon's massive form, smaller than Bahamut but somehow more intimidating in his obvious agitation.
"This can't be good," Damon muttered, already moving toward the garden entrance. Through their mate bond, Seraphina felt his Reality Anchor senses flaring—recognizing a disturbance in the cosmic order.
Eleanor arrived from her study, Helena close behind. They assembled in the garden, forming a small group beneath Kaelen's shadow. Luna was awake in Seraphina's arms, watching the dragon with those too-aware eyes.
