"No." Elara's voice cut through the nursery like a blade. "My babies are not walking into any trap."
Baby Sage blinked his crystal blue eyes. "Mom, you saw the vision. If we don't—"
"I don't care what the vision showed," Kael interrupted, his Alpha voice booming. "You're six months old."
"Age is just a number," baby Blaze said, tiny flames flickering around his fingers.
Ronan laughed bitterly. "Did our baby just give us life advice?"
"He's not wrong," Darian said quietly. Everyone turned to stare at him. "What? I'm not saying we let them sacrifice themselves. I'm saying we fight smarter."
"Explain," Elara demanded.
Darian picked up baby Sage, who immediately grabbed his father's finger. "The vision showed the children surrendering. It didn't show us doing nothing."
"Keep talking," Kael said.
"We become warrior parents," Darian continued. "We follow them into the trap, but we turn it into our trap."
Luna's silver eyes brightened. "A decoy mission."
