The world was different now.
Six months after the great battle, supernatural creatures walked openly among humans. The light that exploded from baby Frost had changed everything. Fear turned to curiosity. Hate turned to understanding.
Elara stood in the nursery, watching her three daughters play. Frost built ice castles with her tiny hands. The fire baby, now named Blaze, created warm flowers that never burned. Lightning, the youngest, made tiny storms in glass jars.
"They're getting stronger," Kael said, wrapping his arms around Elara from behind.
"Too strong," Elara whispered. "Sometimes I think they understand things we don't."
"They saved two worlds," Ronan said from the doorway. "Of course they understand more than us."
Darian walked in carrying a letter. His face looked worried.
"What's wrong?" Elara asked.
"We got news from the Council," Darian said. "They want to meet the girls."
"Why?" Kael's voice got sharp.
