Moira's POV

I stand at the nursery window, watching three incubators bathed in soft morning light. One month since their birth. One month of careful observation.

Aiden sleeps in the first incubator, his tiny chest rising and falling steadily. His golden aura shimmers faintly around him even in sleep. The light pulses in time with his breathing—visible proof of what he is.

Kai occupies the middle incubator, his silver aura flickering like ...