POV: Riley
Damieon began to cry before the alarms reached the nursery.
It wasn’t a normal infant’s cry.
It was sharp. Panicked. Piercing in a way that sliced straight through my chest and tore me out of sleep like a blade.
I was already on my feet when the magical wards flared.
“Riley!” the nurse shouted as the protective sigils exploded to life along the chamber walls. “His mark—it’s reacting!”
My heart seized.
I crossed the room in a blur of speed and magic, scooping my son from his cradle just as the air itself began to vibrate. His tiny body trembled violently in my arms, silver-blue light pulsing beneath the skin of his chest.
The sigil.
The Moon-Born Mark.
It had never done this before.
“Alex!” I called through the bond.
Now.
The nursery doors burst open as Alex appeared
