DANTE
The power grid dies entirely, and in that darkness Sadie becomes something other—skin luminous with moon-blessing, each breath drawing silver threads through air that tastes of ozone and ancient promises. The protesters' torches beyond our walls seem suddenly small, fireflies against the force of nature standing in our ballroom.
"We have tests." Chairman Song's voice cuts through shadow, steady as stone. "DNA analysis that could confirm—"
"I already know."
She turns from my arms to face the parents who wear her features aged by loss. Certainty rings through her voice like temple bells, like blood recognizing its source across impossible years.
"Your wolf knows?"
"My wolf knew before you crossed the threshold. Before your plane touched ground. Blood singing to blood across impos
