Liam pov Evening settled over the Matthews family home, the golden light of sunset filtering through the tall windows to cast long shadows across the living room. The day had passed in a strange blend of tension and domesticity—Grace resting, Lucas being passed between adoring grandparents, and me
Liam pov I was amazed we could talk this easily, and my eyes stayed on her, rubbing the muscle cramp still. He is," Grace agreed, pride evident in her voice. "Strong and healthy, despite everything." She hesitated, then added softly, "He has your determination. Once he decides to do something, t
Liam The mention of his cabin—ourr cabin, according to my parents—sent an unexpected pang through me. He had avoided thinking too deeply about what it meant that Grace had once lived there with me, that they had prepared a nursery for Lucas, that my home had been their home before the attack and p
A sharp pain lanced through my temple, the sudden rush of memory overwhelming my brain's careful partitioning of past and present. I gasped, nearly losing my grip on Grace before steadying myself against the back of the sofa. "Liam?" My father's voice, concerned, from the doorway. "What's wrong?"
Liam pov I woke with a gasp, heart pounding in my chest. The dream had been so vivid, so real—not the usual disjointed nonsense of sleep but something deeper, more coherent. In it, he had been standing in a bookstore, watching a woman with auburn hair reaching for a volume on a high shelf. Her f
Liam pov Fuck! Another memory followed on its heels: *Sitting on the porch of the cabin, Grace nestled between my legs, her back against my chest as we watched a summer thunderstorm roll across the mountains. The rumble of thunder, the scent of rain, her voice soft with wonder: "I never get ti
Liam pov What else did she say about him?" I asked, genuinely curious about my son's development and the unique challenges of raising a werewolf child. Grace's face lit up at the question, clearly delighted by my interest. "His senses are already developing beyond human normal. He tracks moving
Liam pov Three days had passed since the bonding ritual, each day bringing subtle improvements to Grace's condition and new memory fragments to me. The daily visits prescribed by Dr. Winters had evolved from awkward obligation to something approaching a comfortable routine. Each evening, I would a
Sophia considered the question seriously before shaking her head. "Not worry. It's the right pattern. The balance is happy about it." She adjusted another stone slightly, the golden light flowing to illuminate the new configuration. "Five is better than four. Stronger shapes." As if confirming her
I began to protest, but another wave of dizziness—milder this time—reminded me that Elena's medical advice wasn't merely precautionary. My body was indeed adjusting to significant changes, and pushing beyond its limits would serve no one. "Two days," I conceded reluctantly. "But I want regular upd
Grace pov Liam nodded, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Our children were never going to be ordinary, were they? Not with us as parents." I smiled as he looked into my eyes. Lucas was a strong werewolf with Alpha blood, and Sophia was a truth seer. Both were strong as hell.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice slightly hoarse. "You collapsed in the observation gallery," Liam explained, squeezing my hand. "Gave everyone quite a scare, especially the children. Tomas has been asking about you every fifteen minutes." I attempted to sit up, but Elena moved swiftly to prev
Grace pov Two weeks after the Children's Day revelation, the Balance Center hummed with renewed purpose. I had implemented a carefully structured program to continue engaging with the children who had shown connection to the Equilibrium, while the research division refined their understanding of h
Grace pov Liam, ever practical, focused on immediate implications. "How does this affect our response to reality-shapers? Does this expanded connection give the equilibrium greater range or power?" "Not exactly, power," I replied thoughtfully. "More like... expanded awareness. Greater understand
As we discussed these implications, Sophia's block construction had grown increasingly complex. Children placed pieces with surprising precision under her guidance, creating what appeared to be a three-dimensional representation of reality patterns around the Balance Center itself. The golden light
Grace pov Latent gifts," Elena suggested, joining me as I completed my circuit of the courtyard. The Alpha and healer had attended as a representative of the supernatural communities allied with the Balance Center. "Not strong enough to manifest as active abilities, but sufficient to create resona
Grace pov Three days after the shadow attack on the pack house, the Balance Center was hosting its first-ever Children's Day. What had begun as a small educational initiative had expanded rapidly as families associated with the Center brought not just their gifted children but siblings, cousins, a