The three dragons descended on the Paris safe house at dawn, their massive forms blotting out the morning sun. But unlike their previous appearances, this time they brought something new—silence.
No mental communication. No thunderous voices echoing through consciousness. Just the weight of ancient attention focused on the underground resistance like a magnifying glass concentrating starlight.
Seraphina felt their presence through Luna's enhanced awareness, her eighteen-hour-old daughter stirring against her chest with what might have been anticipation.
"They're here," she announced to the assembled resistance members. Sarah Chen sat in the corner with Emma, both still recovering from their ordeal. Isabella monitored news feeds showing detention facilities across Europe. Wilhelm coordinated with scattered wolf packs trying to avoid capture.
"I don't see anything," Wilhelm said, checking the security cameras.
