The Lost Pack
Four mates, four anchors, four souls balancing one goddess.
Paige’s breath catches. Jaxon lifts his head, blinking up at her.
Parker whispers, barely audible, “She’s Eos reborn.”
Ronnie nods once, solemn. “Or Aurora. Or whatever name she’s taken throughout the ages. But yes… the Dawn mother returns in cycles, reborn when the world needs her. A soul of dawn housed in mortal skin… and the Twiceborn? They rise because she calls them. Because she is their light.”
Paige’s eyes widen, glowing faintly again, and a warmth spreads through the room like sunrise.
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