~Chelsea’s POV~
The energy in the Ravine had shifted from the frantic heat of labor to something far more strange.I'm used to feeling the subtle vibrations of light and air, but since Lucian's first breath, the world felt like it was humming in a key I hadn't learned to play yet. I walked through the infirmary gardens, carrying a tray of crystals that I had intended to use for the baby's nursery. But as I approached the stone archway, the crystals in my hands didn't just glow,they began to pulse in a rhythmic, iridescent violet. "That's not right," I whispered, my own internal light flickering in sympathy.
Suddenly, a soft coo echoed from the open window above. It was a tiny sound, the kind a newborn makes when they're dreaming of milk and warmth. But as the sound hit the air, the heavy
