I was in the kitchen of my home, the home I share with my mate, our two adopted daughters and our four children, when I felt something shift inside me.
Instinctively, I turned to look in the direction of the hatching grounds just as Ancalagon bellowed.
“MOM! Iniko is hatching!”
“Go, Zeph! I’ll take care of our kittens,” Ishir says to me.
I turn and look at him and I know he feels my excitement mixed with fear. He stands from the table where he’s feeding our youngest child, Lyra, and walks over to me. He cups my cheek with his free hand.
“Iniko needs his mother, Zeph. Go to him. It will be okay. I’m right behind you,” he says.
“Can we come, Mom?” Nova asks me.
“I need your help, Nova, you and Brooke. I can’t get these four over to the hatching grounds without you,” Ishir says, giving
