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
Liam pov Grace nodded, turning to look out the window at the passing landscape. "Things always change," she murmured, so softly I might have missed it without werewolf hearing. "Nothing stays the same." The words carried a weight of experience that reminded me just how much she had endured over
Liam pov "I wasn't sure how," Liam admitted. "It's... complicated. The memories are real but disconnected. I didn't want to create expectations I might not be able to fulfill." I glanced over at her. Grace nodded slowly, accepting my explanation. "I understand. It must be disorienting, having pi
Liam pov As I approached the doorway, I paused, struck by the tableau before me. Grace sat in a pool of late afternoon sunlight streaming through the window, Lucas cradled against her breast as she nursed him. Her head was bent over our son, auburn hair gleaming with copper highlights in the golde
Grace pov Good birthday," she declared with satisfaction. "Everyone's patterns were happy." "Yes, they were," I agreed softly. "Did you enjoy your party?" Sophia nodded sleepily. "The Balance liked it too. And baby brother." Her small hand reached out to touch my belly with surprising gentlene
I accepted the cake gratefully. Pregnancy cravings had given me an unprecedented sweet tooth, much to Sophia's delight. "How's our birthday girl doing?" "Currently explaining to her friends how the presents create a 'harmony pattern' when arranged properly," Liam replied, his expression filled wit
Grace pov **Six Months Later** The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow across the meadow behind Fireside pack house. Children's laughter filled the air as a small gathering celebrated Sophia's second birthday. The toddler presided over the festivities with a serene dignity that occasionally ga
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