She burst into the nursery.
Syris was pacing frantically in the center of the woven rugs. The Snake King had entirely abandoned his usual composed, elegant demeanor. His long dark hair was disheveled.
Bundled in the center of Syris's arms, screaming with a sharp, agonizing wail that physically pierced the eardrums, was Little Fedor. The newborn Kitsune heir was completely flushed, his delicate, pale skin burning a terrifying, unnatural shade of deep crimson.
The tiny white fox ears poking out from his messy red locks were pinned flat against his head in sheer distress.
Resting in the folds of the emerald blankets, the bright red gemstone was violently, sporadically flickering, its steady pulse entirely disrupted by the baby's spiking, unstable core.
"Give him to me!" Roxy started as she extended her hand.
The absolute second Roxy crossed the threshold, closing the distance between them, a miraculous, instantaneous shift occurred.
