"Holy mother of moonlight," Kieran breathed, appearing in the garden entrance like he'd teleported. His usual Alpha-heir composure had abandoned ship, leaving behind a man who looked like he'd just witnessed gravity deciding to work sideways. "What. The. Actual. Fu—"
"Not in front of the babies," Emily chirped automatically, already pushing past her son with the intensity of a grandmother experiencing a miracle. "Are those... Are they... Did they just...?"
The rest of the pack arrived like a supernatural flash mob—Gabriel with his Alpha stoicism cracking around the edges, Velma's ancient eyes gleaming with vindication, Remy's wings half-extended in shock, Zoe's purple hair standing on end as if the laws of physics were contagious.
"Shapeshifting triggered by sneezing," I repeated for th
