Elara’s palm suddenly glowed with intense silver light in the middle of the training field, sending a wave of raw energy that made the grass around her ripple like water in a storm.
She stumbled back, eyes wide, both hands flying to her belly as the quadruplets kicked strongly in response. The six-pointed star on her collarbone blazed brightly, casting shifting silver patterns across her skin. She pressed her palms flat against her stomach, breathing fast through her mouth, trying to steady the surge of power that had escaped her control.
Thorne reached her first, his tall, commanding frame moving with purpose. He placed a steady hand on her shoulder, silver-streaked dark hair catching the sunlight. “Elara, slow down. You’re pushing too hard today. The babies are reacting to the energy.”
