The tiny panther cub looked straight up at Voss with a mischievous, sparkling glint in his black eyes. Before the battle-hardened wolf mercenary could even wrap a clean towel around him, a soft pop of spatial distortion rippled through the air.
The cub vanished.
There, a tiny, blonde-furred panther cub was already contentedly curling his tail around a lock of his mother's hair, completely unfazed by the fact that he had just bypassed the laws of physics.
"Yep... definitely his father's son," Voss mumbled, his rugged mercenary voice cracking as a look of sheer, helpless disbelief washed over his face.
"Little shit... I love him already, but what the hell was that? They can already use their magic?" He lowered his hands, shaking his head as fresh tears of profound joy blurred his amber eyes. He looked at Felicity, his heart completely bursting with an intense, overflowing worship. "Fel... you're incredible. Truly incredible."
