The Awakening didn't knock on doors or whisper through dreams.
It kicked the fucking door down.
In a single breathless span of hours, the Four Great Families—who'd been playing nice with wealth, legacy, and invisible chains for generations—got reborn as sovereign forces of nature. Their bloodlines, once leashed by politics and protocol, surged with magic older than civilization itself, reshaping not only their reality but the fabric of the world around them.
They'd become something new.
And yet—something ancient.
The Wilder Family...
Time had basically rolled over and played dead for the Wilders.
