The scent of her son's growing power threaded through Akira's dreams like silver smoke, pulling her from sleep with the urgent whisper of ancient instincts recognizing metamorphosis.
She woke to moonlight bleeding through bedroom windows, painting Liam's sleeping form in shades of pearl and obsidian shadow. The silvered light caught the strong line of his jaw, the powerful curve of his shoulder where muscle met bone in perfect symmetry. Even in sleep, he radiated the controlled strength that had first drawn her wolf's attention—alpha dominance tempered by protective gentleness that made her pulse quicken despite almost six months of pregnancy weighing heavy in her belly.
The triplets stirred restlessly within her womb, responding to their brother's supernatural evolution with movements t
