The Power of a Name

(Neva’s POV)

“Pup,” Lyra and Xylia hummed, their voices warm and full of pride.

I tried not to blush as I looked down at Orion, his innocent blue eyes blinking up at me like nothing had happened, like his eyes hadn’t just glowed red in the middle of a shopping mall.

I guided my kids to the car, Vespa holding my left hand and Orion swinging from my right.

My heart was still racing, but I masked it