KAT
Blood and Boundaries
Hikaru latches perfectly, tiny pink gums working against my breast with the same efficiency his brothers show. The feeding itself isn't the problem—he nurses when hungry, drains one side before switching to the other with puppy determination. His white fur glows softly in the nursery's morning light, frost patterns spreading across my skin in fractals that tickle more than hurt.
But the moment he's milk-drunk and satisfied, those clouded blue eyes track past me toward the doorway where Dave's blessing-fire burns two rooms away. His tiny body orients like a compass finding north, whimpering with need that has nothing to do with hunger and everything to do with power calling to power through channels I can't access.
"I know." I adjust my hold, trying to give him
