Taken by Moonlight (74 page)

Leaning
down, he kissed her lips. “Thank you, Vivienne. They’re beautiful, just like
you.”

She
grinned, and closed her eyes.

“Sleep,
alainn
.
I will be right here.”

As Vivienne
slept, Conall sat on the edge of the bed, looking between his mate and his
children. Curiosity eventually got the better of him and he moved closer to the
crib. He and Vivienne had joked about what they would be, but he had sensed
nothing strange at the births. Evelyn had expected druids, but even she
admitted that the babies seemed…human.

Standing
over the crib, he leaned closer and sniffed Cadan. He smelled new, and male,
like a baby or a pup. Conall sniffed again, trying to pinpoint any other smell.
He couldn’t. He moved over to Anabelle and did the same. She smelled like her
brother, only female. Confused, Conall crossed his arms before his chest and
stared at them both. Two newly born babies were baffling him.

He was just
about to turn back to his mate when Anabelle moved. It was a slight movement
but then she opened her eyes. Black stared out at him for seconds before her
eyes shifted to blue. A long sigh escaped him. Druid. But she didn’t stop
there. Her eyes shifted to yellow briefly too, before she closed them, cooed
and fell back to sleep. Both. His daughter was a druid and a wolf, like her
mother. Leaning close, he kissed the smooth skin of her forehead before
scrutinizing his son.

When Cadan
refused to open his eyes like his sister, Conall touched his cheek and waited.
Yellow was the color that greeted him, moments before Cadan’s face grew
fire-truck red and bunched up as he prepared to scream. Conall shook his head
and lifted a finger to his lips.

“No.” Cadan
would soon have to learn to respect his father and alpha. Now was the best time
to start. The baby settled quite grudgingly, closing his eyes as Conall smiled.
Wolf. His son was like him, at least partially.

Turning
around, he moved back over to the mother of his children and gently settled
beside her. Carefully, he slipped an arm around her and placed his face against
her neck. She sighed and moved closer to him.

Did you
figure out what they are?

The
question surprised him, as he’d thought she was sleeping. He lifted his head
and looked down at her. Her eyes opened slightly, revealing tired golden orbs,
before she closed them again.

Yes.

What are
they?

Perfect.
He nuzzled her, before laying his
head against the pillow and staring at her profile.
They’re perfect,
alainn.

-Violette-