Liora stirred in her sleep again, her golden fur now threaded with faint streaks of ember-like light that shimmered when the moonlight caught them. Sienna paused mid-step, staring.
She hadn't noticed it before—not like this.
A pattern was forming beneath Liora's fur, not just a birthmark but something ancient. Something called.
She knelt slowly, brushing her hand over the pup's side. The light pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. Liora whimpered, and the glow dimmed.
Kael stepped in, sensing her unease. "She's changing."
"Too fast," Sienna whispered. "She shouldn't be manifesting this early."
"It's not just the bloodline," Kael said. "It's the prophecy."
Sienna's gaze shot to his. "You still believe in that?"
Kael didn't answer at first. He looked down at his daughter—so small, yet already carrying the weight of a storm she couldn't yet understand.
"I think… Ayara believes in it. Enough to act like she's already won."
Sienna swallowed hard. "Then we need to find the Seer."
