"Yes," Silo said. "And she's already got Ziko."
"Ziko adopts everyone."
"Ziko adopted you in thirty seconds. She's going to be half his chaos energy by age three and the other half of you." He looked at me, then back at the baby. "Ashveil is done."
"Is that bad?"
He looked at Ren's small, furious, completely certain face.
"No," he said. "It's the best possible outcome."
He handed her back with the care he always handled everything he didn't want to visibly care about.
He returned to the wall.
And my wolf, who had been warm and settled and periodically smug all morning, went specifically, quietly, completely soft.
I asked her what that was about.
She didn't answer.
Which was interesting.
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My mother held Ren for an hour while I slept.
I know this because when I woke up, she
