Luna’s POV

I stand in front of the full-length mirror in our spacious bedroom, smoothing down my daughter’s tiny blue dress as she squirms with excitement in my arms. The morning sunlight streams through the large windows, casting a warm glow over everything and making this birthday morning feel even more magical.

At three years old, little Rachel has my dark hair but her father’s bright eyes, through which father, we’ve never been quite sure. Not that it matters. All three of my mates ...