Noah looked completely at peace, the lingering scent of our shared week still faint and comforting on his skin.
A sudden, rapid rustling sound drew my attention to the grass.
Marina and Kaito, our four-month-old terrors, were currently demonstrating why mer-folk genetics are completely terrifying.
They were crawling across the thick meadow grass with the speed of high-speed projectiles, their little knees and hands moving in a blur. Because they had been born in human form with those smooth, pale limbs, they didn't have the clumsy bulk of a tiger cub. They were sleek, fast, and entirely silent.
But hold on a sec, why were they this fast on land? Am I missing something?
Marina reached the edge of my fur blanket first, digging her tiny fingers into the soft wool to pull herself up. Her deep purple hair was a wild, static halo around her head, and those fierce, glowing amber-gold tiger eyes locked onto mine.
"Up!" she demanded, her baby tone sharp and clear.
