Raven’s flames dim slowly, settling into a soft blue glow that clings to her skin like living light. She looks exhausted, terrified, and impossibly powerful all at once. My daughter. My baby.
And something far more than either of us ever imagined. Noah still holds her, the Guardian/Charge bond wrapped around them like a shield. The sight makes my chest ache, not with jealousy, but with relief. She’s safe. She’s held. She’s not alone. I step closer, brushing a trembling strand of hair from her face. “Raven… you weren’t supposed to have both magics.”
Her brows knit. “Both?”
Liam is the next to ask questions, "What do you mean, Laney? Both...she's the Warren Heir."
“Children inherit one side or the other,” I explain softly. “Like how Noah is a Guardian and Emily is a Familiar. Or how when
