SADIE
My mother's hands glow golden over my abdomen, power flowing like warm honey through skin and muscle to the tiny spark of life below. Beside her, Morgana's blind eyes see what ultrasounds never could—the delicate weaving of souls that makes a white wolf pup more than mere biology.
"Strong." Hye-jin's voice carries professional distance poorly masking grandmother's joy. "The cellular structure already shows enhanced regeneration. Definitely white wolf."
"Male." Morgana adds, her power reading genetics like braille. "And something else. Something... different."
The word hangs between us in the medical suite, heavy with possibility. My own gifts don't heal—they destroy with precision, aging enemies to dust or burning them from inside out. What happens when destruction mates with an
