Ivy said nothing.

She bent down and lifted Luna first, then Liam. Their bodies were still tense, breath coming fast, but the glow in their eyes faded slowly, turning from gold to a faint red. Ivy felt it. Their wolves settling. Still too awake. Still stirred.

She carried them inside without looking back.

Behind her, the courtyard stayed silent. No one followed. No one spoke.

Liam was the first to break it.

“Mom,” he said, twisting slightly in her arms. “Did you know? When we use our full ...