Trinity showed up at precisely 7:38 AM, clutching her stuffed wolf like it was a VIP pass to the coolest concert in town. Her dark eyes were wide with barely contained excitement, and she practically vibrated with anticipation as she stood in our doorway, shifting from foot to foot.
"Trinity," I said, stifling a yawn as I pulled the door wider. "You're up... early."
She nodded emphatically, then signed with quick, eager hands: Velma said today is the day the puppies open their eyes. I want to be here.
Kieran, sprawled on our bed with both cubs snoozing on his chest, snorted. "Velma's broadcasting the event like it's the royal wedding."
"To be fair," I replied, ushering Trinity in, "it kind of is the supernatural equivalent." I turned back to the little girl. "How did you even know wher
