As spring unfurled its tender greens across the valley, heralding renewal after the shadows of war, the triplets arrived under a canopy of blooming wildflowers, a birth attended by healers from all five packs, they entered the world furious with life, their tiny lungs filling the chamber with sharp, demanding wails that echoed like triumphant howls through their home. Alicia, exhausted but glowing, held them one by one against her chest, tears slipping freely down her temples as the bond around her flared warm and brilliant. Two boys and a girl, as the seers had foretold, each emerging strong and beautiful, their tiny forms radiating the same vibrant health that had sustained them through the trials in Alicia's womb.
They were, as fate had decreed in the healers' visions each a beautiful
