The veil held.
Three days had passed since the births, though inside the compound it felt longer. Meals blurred together, the wards hummed endlessly, and the mothers swore their infants were already growing weeks in days.
Ravyn knew it was true. Dorian was heavier in her arms, his tiny fists flexing with surprising strength. Alaric’s gaze tracked movement too deliberately, eyes sharp as though he understood things no newborn should. Every time she whispered their names, Dorian calmed, and Alaric blinked as though he recognized the sound.
They weren’t ordinary children. None of them were.
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Rachel – Hope
Rachel Martinez sat with her daughter nestled against her, exhaustion in her eyes but pride in every line of her face. Hope cooed softly, little hands reaching toward her mother’s c
