My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Chapter 261 A GLORIFIED HUNCH

SERAPHINA’S POV

If this had happened two months ago—before the Moonlit Spring and Moon Dew Nectar, before I ever set foot in the Starlight Hallway—I would have brushed off the feeling without a second thought.

Fatigue. Nerves. Projection.

I would have taken a steady breath, told myself I was reaching for meaning where there was none, and let the moment pass.

But I was no longer that version of myself.

The instant the energy rippled through me—sharp, discordant, wrong—I knew it wasn’t imagination.

It didn’t come as a thought or a flicker of fear. It pressed in like a change in atmospheric pressure, like the moment before a storm breaks when the air tightens and every instinct screams to run.

I went still, beer sweating in my grip, the tab crumpled beneath my thumb.

Alina stirred, not alarmed, but alert. Watchful.

“Gear,” I said quietly. “Stop the vehicle.”

He glanced to the side, brows creasing. “What?”

“Stop,” I repeated, louder now. “Something’s wrong.”

The engine’s hum didn’t falter.

“Sera,” he said, easing his hands tighter around the wheel, “my diagnostics are clean. No fluctuations. No external interference.”

Wren leaned forward from the back seat. “This stretch was tagged green. I ran it twice earlier today.”

I swallowed hard and forced myself to focus, letting my senses stretch outward rather than curl inward in fear.

The sensation didn’t fade.

It intensified.

It wasn’t coming from the vehicle. Not from the crates. Not from the land beneath the road.

It was ahead.

“I know what your equipment says,” I replied, forcing my voice steady, “and I know what Wren saw. But I know what I feel. Something is wrong.”

“We don’t have the luxury of vibes,” Wren said, not unkindly, but firm. “People are dying in the quarantine zone. Every hour counts.”

“I’m not asking for an hour,” I said. “I’m asking you to slow down for a second.”

Gear exhaled through his nose. “Sera, we can’t just stop because you have a bad feeling—”

“Slow down,” I cut in, sharper now.

The words weren’t a command, but they carried weight anyway.

The engine dipped a fraction.

I closed my eyes and centered myself, applying meditation techniques Ilsa had drilled into me in the Moon Hall. Not pushing outward, not pulling inward, just listening.

Except this time...I could actually feel something.

The energy around us felt distorted, bent like light through warped glass. There was a hollowness layered over it, a deliberate absence where something should have been.

As the van rolled forward, the pressure in my chest climbed, coiling tighter and tighter.

“It’s getting stronger,” I said. “Whatever it is, we’re moving toward it.”

Gear swore under his breath and flicked on the internal comms. “Iris, waking you.”

Moments later, Iris’ voice came through from the back of the van, sharp, despite the fact that she’d been asleep moments ago. “Report.”

“Sera’s sensing something ahead,” Gear said. “No confirmation on instruments.”

There was a brief pause.

Iris appeared moments later, moving up from the rear bench, jacket half-zipped, eyes already alert. Codex followed, tablet in hand, glasses slightly askew.

“What do you feel?” Iris asked me directly.

“There’s something wrong.” I knew I sounded like a broken record, but I didn’t yet have the words to articulate what I felt.

She arched a brow. “That’s a wide net.”

“I know,” I said. “I...I can’t really explain it. I just know...we’re driving into some sort of danger.”

Iris studied me for a moment longer before turning to Wren. “Scout ahead.”

A violent flash tore through my mind—a vision so sharp and visceral it made my stomach lurch.

“No!”

Every head snapped toward me.

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