The message hit me like a sledgehammer to the soul at three in the f*****g morning.
I jolted awake to silver light exploding across our bedroom ceiling, Lycaon’s presence flooding through dimensional barriers with the kind of cosmic authority that made my birthmark burn like molten metal. Kieran was already sitting up, wings materializing reflexively as Alpha instincts screamed threat before his brain caught up to recognize family.
But this wasn’t a threat. This was a gift.
The First Ones thrive beyond all expectation, Lycaon’s voice resonated through bones and blood, carrying frequencies that bypassed hearing entirely. Witness their growth.
The mental Image that followed nearly stopped my heart.
Two children, maybe seven or eight years old, sparring in a crystalline training ground t
