Nathan woke to the soft weight of three bunnies on his chest.
The first pale light of dawn was just beginning to seep through the apartment's single window, casting long shadows across the rumpled blankets. Mirko was curled in her usual spot near his shoulder, her green fur rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. Kuro was a silent black shape near the foot of the bed, her white mask-markings catching the faint light. And between them, a new presence—Shiro, her orange-red fur and dark tiger stripes a vivid contrast against the pale sheets, her tiny horn-tufts twitching as she dreamed.
Three summons. Three embers of a fire that had refused to die.
