My wolf surged forward again, guiding me with instincts older than civilization. Natural, she assured me. We know how to birth our young. Trust the body.
"What can I do?" Damien asked, squeezing my hand.
"Water," I gasped. "Could use... water."
He nodded, turning to a rusty sink in the corner. With a gesture I recognized from our practice sessions, he summoned a stream of clear water that flowed directly from the pipes, bypassing the ancient faucet entirely. The water swirled in the air at his command, forming a perfect sphere that he guided to my parched lips.
Maria's eyes widened. "When did you learn to do that?"
"Recent development," Damien replied tersely. "Turns out these marks are good for more than just looking pretty."
As if in response to his words, my birthmark blazed with
