Elijah Moonhaven: Year Two
Nova's Perspective
Of the three, Elijah had always been the one with fire in his eyes. Where Eliot carried the crown of responsibility and Edwin the veil of wisdom, Elijah wore chaos like a cape. His second year brought a storm of emotion, stubbornness, and something else—power that pulsed in unpredictable waves. Nova had learned to brace for his outbursts, but never to fear them. He was passionate, deeply loving, and impossibly fast.
Nova held Elijah close in the nursery one stormy evening as he whimpered in his sleep. He had always reacted to lightning like it was a call, not a warning. Her lips brushed his hair, golden like Max's in the right light. "You are a tempest in skin, little one," she whispered, feeling May, her wolf, stir with quiet admiration. El
