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It traveled the ten feet between the car and Sam’s chest in a single, blurring leap. --- ### The Digital Infection Sam swiped at the air, trying to knock the grey figure away, but the Blank Slate caught his sleeve. As soon as its "Hands" touched the fabric, the cloth began to turn **Grey**. The color drained out of Sam’s hoodie, turning into a flat, low-resolution texture. "My arm!" Sam yelled. "I can't feel my arm!" "It's 'Optimizing' him!" I realized with horror. "If it touches his skin, it’ll turn him into a 'Static Asset'!"

When I walked in, Zara’s eyes lit up like I’d brought gold. “What’s in the bag, sugar daddy?” she asked immediately. I laughed despite myself and set the paper shopping bag on the coffee table. “Not sugar daddy. Just a guy who hates seeing you shiver.” I pulled out the weighted blanket—soft gray fleece, fifteen pounds, the kind that feels like a hug when you’re too tired to ask for one. Zara’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God. Is this the one I kept staring at online last month?” “Yeah. You sent Rae the link. She forwarded it to me. Figured it’d help on the bad days.”

“They have your energy, my son.” Kieran just grinned, and I saw the love in his eyes as he looked at his mother. “Thank you, Mom,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. Mira came over to us, a plate of warm cookies in her hands. “Here,” she said, her voice a little shy. “I made these for the pups. And I also made them new blankets. Their old ones were getting a little too small.” She held up two beautifully hand-stitched blankets, one with wolves embroidered on it and the other with butterflies.

Penny said, excitedly. I was about to ask her who it was when one package caught my eye. The sage green floral pattern was laying on top. Dropping the shoes, my body moved on it’s own to grab the package and pull the three blankets out. The material was exactly the same from what I saw. The floral was a perfect match. Elijah had the dark blue mountains and Cooper had prints of the stages of the moon on it. “Colt?” Penny touched my arm, pulling me from my thoughts.

She laughed. "I knew you were going to say that." That evening, Ava burst into the nursery carrying bundles of brightly colored fabric. "I've brought gifts." She placed everything onto a nearby table. Tiny blankets. Little knitted hats. Soft baby clothes. Nova stared in surprise. "Where did all these come from?" "The women of the capital." Ava unfolded a beautifully embroidered blanket. "They heard about the baby." "So they started making gifts." One blanket carried the crest of Blackthorn. Another was embroidered with tiny silver wolves beneath the moon.

A cloak lined with fur. Real fur. Not cheap. Not rushed. Made for me. I hold the cloak against my cheek. Why is he doing this? He bought me like property. He locked me in this room. He assigned a guard to watch my every move. And now he sends me warm food and soft clothes and a blanket for the cold nights. I do not understand him. I do not understand any of this. The blanket is heavy. I spread it across my bed. The wool is thick. The color is deep blue. Like the sky just before dawn.

In the reflection of the window, I caught glimpses of pale skin and delicate curves as she peeled off her blouse. "You're watching!" she accused, catching my gaze in the reflection. I didn't deny it. "I'm making sure you don't pass out from hypothermia." "You shameless—" she sputtered, yanking off her wet pants and throwing them at my head. I caught them easily and tossed them aside. Reaching under the seat, I pulled out a Moonlight Thermal Blanket specially designed for werewolf physiology.

So, I make sure to set up the warm lamps—ones that give off that perfect, soft glow that mimics a fire without the hazard—hoping they’ll keep us from freezing once the sun fully dips below the horizon. As the air cools, I spread a thick blanket over the grassy ground just outside the tent, one we can sit on while we watch the movie. It’s one of those fleece ones, soft to the touch, the kind that just wraps you up in comfort the moment you settle into it. I take a moment to smooth it out, getting rid of any wrinkles. I want everything to be perfect tonight. Esmarie deserves perfect- i mean that platonically. Please, I’m not a loser.

Sold. I snicker; I think that this might be part of Jason's gift. As we continue to wander through the store, I find three fleece blankets that I like. One is pink, one is purple and one is blue. The pink one has a giraffe, the purple one has an elephant and the blue one has a monkey. I pick these up too, the price for all three is perfect. For all three, it's only $15.00. I think I've done good in this store, six items for the babies for $21.20.

Aunt Carolyn babbled, “I’ve been putting off finishing this baby blanket for Carter and Macie’s newest addition. You know she’s due any day, right?” “Right.” “The baby is a boy. Always a boy in this family, so I have every color of blue yarn you could imagine. I wanted something different for each of my grandchildren. Thane’s baby blanket is navy blue and Kyler’s blanket is turquoise. It’s so sweet Ky still needs that blanket every night before he can sleep even when he claims to be a big boy. Gib’s blanket is robin’s egg blue. Channing won’t let him have it in his crib anymore because she’s afraid he’ll tie it around the slats and use it to climb out.”