The gift basket looked like a warm welcome on the porch. As Elara picked it up, she smiled. The kind act made her heart warm.
"Someone left us gifts for babies," she told the triplets through the door that was open. "Don't touch anything!" It was too late for Darian's sharp voice to cut through the air.
As soon as Elara touched the soft blanket inside, her hands burst with silver energy.
In any case, this wasn't her normal power. This was a whole different thing. The world around them shifted and blurred.
The porch melted into swirling mist, and suddenly they were standing in what looked like their pack house, but different. Older. Changed. "What's happening?" Ronan asked, reaching out for Elara.
"I don't know!" she gasped, trying to pull her hands away from the basket. But she couldn't move.
The blanket seemed glued to her skin. Then they saw them. Their children, but not as babies.
