Catherine POV
Now it wavered not because she doubted it, but because she could no longer tell whether the system believed it for the same reasons she did.
The blood magic pulsed again stronger this time. She gasped softly, hand bracing against the table.
A new report slid onto her slate unprompted.
That shouldn't have happened.
She opened it.
The signature hit her immediately.
She knew it the way you know your own handwriting.
Blood magic.
Active.
But the coordinates…
She froze.
Not Moonstone.
The effect had manifested beyond her jurisdiction, beyond her containment assumptions. A distant pack reporting anomalous resonance patterns. Subtle. Early.
But unmistakable.
Her magic was traveling.
Not because she had sent it.
Because the system was amplifying it.
She felt something fracture then not emotionally, but structurally.
A realization settling into place with horrifying calm.
She no longer knew whether her actions were stabilizing the world…
