"Magic?"
Athena’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with disbelief. She looked from her brother’s face to my trembling hands, her eyes searching for a joke that wasn't there. "Demetrius, what do you mean? We’re Lycans. We’re blood and bone, not... not stories. How is that possible?"
Demetrius didn't answer her. He remained centered on me, his gaze still holding that "heavy" quality, but it wasn't cold. Instead, it was filled with a fierce, burning focus—the look of a man who had just realized the stakes were much higher than he ever imagined. There was a flicker of something in his eyes that looked like a vow. He wasn't looking at me like a monster; he was looking at me like a treasure that the rest of the world wasn't allowed to see.
"Demetrius, talk to me," Athena pressed, her hand re
