Three days after the challenge, I woke to a sharp, twisting pain that stole my breath and sent silver sparks dancing across my vision. The sensation was unlike anything I'd experienced before—not just physical discomfort, but something deeper, as if the very fabric of magic around me was being pulled taut.Dante was beside me instantly, his hand finding mine in the pre-dawn darkness of our bedroom. Through our family bond, I felt his spike of alarm mixed with protective determination."Luna? What's wrong?"Another contraction hit, stronger this time, and I gasped as our baby's magical signature flared bright enough that I could see it even with my eyes closed. "I think... I think it's time.""But you're only seven months along," Dante said, though he was already reaching for his phone to call
