Dawn bled across the compound like a fresh wound, painting the makeshift homes and construction sites in shades of rust and gold. Daisy moved through the chaos with the careful grace of the heavily pregnant, her were-leopard instincts screaming warnings about vulnerability even as the Moon's Tear pulsed reassurance against her throat.
One hundred and forty-seven children under ten. The number rattled in her skull like dice in a cup, each one representing a life saved and a mouth to feed. She paused at the converted warehouse that served as the primary children's shelter, watching volunteer teachers prepare for another day of controlled mayhem.
"Plumbing's holding," Rey reported, materializing at her elbow with his ever-present tablet. The were-leopard IT wizard looked like he'd been awak
