NoahI woke to the sound of growling.For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The sound was low, rumbling, coming from somewhere in the room. I sat up, my heart pounding, scanning the darkness.Little Elias was in his bassinet, his tiny body tense, his silver eyes glowing in the dim light. The sound was coming from him."Adrian," I whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Wake up."Adrian stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "What is it?"I pointed at the bassinet. "Elias. He's... growling."Adrian sat up, his eyes widening. The baby's small chest was heaving, his tiny fists clenched. The silver light beneath his skin was pulsing brightly, illuminating the room with an ethereal glow."What's happening to him?" I asked, my voice tight with fear.Adrian reached out, his hand hovering over the baby. "I don't know. But I can feel it. His wolf. It's waking up."I felt a chill run down my spine. "He's too young. He's only a few months old."Adrian shook his head. "He's not like other children, Noah.
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