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    “I’m sorry, Gene what?” Emery blinked, her brows knitting. “What was it called?”

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    “Gene YL,” Dr. Morrow answered carefully. He nced at Logan, then at Sebastian, as if weighing how much to reveal. “It’s a gic marker. A sequence we’ve only ever found in supernaturals.”

    Emery stared at him. “Supernaturals? Are you saying I’m a-” She turned to Logan, her voice tightening. “Like you? A werewolf?”

    “In a way, yes and no,” Sebastian cut in before Logan could answer. “Werewolves carry Gene YL, but so did other bloodlines like witches, fae, vampires, all the old kinds. It’s themon denominator. The one thread that separates humans from what we are. And you-” his eyes held hers “-you have it itoo/i. But you’re not a werewolf. That much we’ve confirmed.”

    Emery swallowed hard, her voice thin. “Then what am I?b” /b

    Dr. Morrow sighed. “That’s the part we don’t know. The tests are conclusive. It shows you’re not entirely human, but you don’t fit any of the categories we recognize either. We ran standard screenings before, but nothing as detailed as these recent gic sequences. At the time, we avoided it,” he paused, his gaze flicking to her stomach. “That’s because of the pregnancy. With Logan’s child already inside you, his DNA is part of you now. Running advanced sequencing then risked triggering something unpredictable in your blood. We couldn’t take that chance.”

    Emery’s pulse thudded in her ears. “But you did check before, right? You must have seen something.”

    Dr. Morrow nodded slowly. “We did. Even back then, the results showed traces of Gene YL. At first, we assumed it was contamination from the fetus, that what we saw in your blood was because of Logan’s child. But now,” he gestured toward the folder of reports-“now it’s clear. The gene was yours all along.”

    The records they uncovered were old, dating back to when Emery was still a child, long before she reached. adulthood. Dr. Morrow tapped the page with his pen. “These aren’t recent. Your father must have suspected something about your mother, because he ordered these himself. ording to the files, the tests were run every three years, right up until you turned eighteen. Are you certain you don’t remember doing anything

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    Emery frowned, searching her memory. “I… I don’t. The only thing I can think of is the regr checkups which we do every year. I almost always donated blood when I was already an adult and went through standard screenings, but that was part of being a Be. All of us had to. It was a family rule, to make sure we stayed healthy, to catch illnesses before they showed symptoms.”

    Sebastian leaned back slightly, arms crossed. “Then maybe that’s how he covered it. He could have used those family health screenings as the perfect excuse to slip in more specialized tests. You wouldn’t have known the difference.”

    Emery nodded. Yes, she wouldn’t have known or even think that they are doing something wrong.

    “So… is there a way to determine what I am?” she asked.

    “Sadly, no,” Sebastian said. “At least not after you give birth. Logan’s DNA is going to muddle the results of all the tests that we could do. However… at least now we are sure that the child is not going to endanger you.”

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    Emery nodded. Somehow that gave her relief. “Then can you tell me more about the other supernaturals out there?” she asked. She knew that there were shifters, just like werewolves. However, her knowledge about the others is limited, to say the least. “And perhaps what they can do?”

    Sebastian leaned back in his chair, arms folding across his chest. “There are five bloodlines we know of. The rest? They’ve either faded into nothing or be so mixed that they might as well be human.”

    Emery tilted her head. “Five?”

    “Yes.” His tone was steady, almost matter–of–fact. “Shifters or Werewolves, like us. Vampyric lines, though those are rare now. Witches, true witches, not the diluted hedge–magic you sometimes hear about. The fae or Sidhe, who were once tied to nature itself. And then the oldest, the ones we only ever refer to as the Ancients.”

    Emery swallowed. “But if they existed… where are they now?”

    “That’s the problem,” Sebastian said, his voice even. “Centuries of marrying into human lines thinned the blood. Powers didn’t vanish overnight—they weakened, piece by piece, until they were barely traces. Most witches now couldn’t summon more than a spark without sleight of hand.”

    He sighed. “Meanwhile, the fae… they’ve vanished entirely, at least in the form the old records describe.”

    “Then the Ancients are little more than myths, believed by many to have gone extinct. Vampyric blood still shows up now and then, but not in the way the legends painted them. No thirst for blood, no fangs, just subtle traits, stronger endurance, resistance to sickness. Nothing more.”

    Then he looked at Logan. “Only the werewolves or the shifters remain active, but that is mostly because humans cannot survive a pregnancy with our bloodlines. We still carry the ability to transform, but even that is fading. Fewer of us can shift, and those who do are weaker than the generations before us. Our blood is no exception, it’s already diluted.”

    Dr. Morrow adjusted his sses as he added. “Each line had its markers. The wolves had their strength, their healing. Vampyric blood carried endurance and a resistance to disease. Witches had sensitivity to energy. The fae… well, their signs are almost impossible to trace now, but they said they tend to be attracted to nature. But none of it matters anymore. The blood is too thin. All that remains is Gene YL, the gic thread tying them together.”

    Emery’s lips parted. “So you’re saying… whatever I am, I’m tied to one of them?”

    Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, studying her closely. “Tied, yes. But which one… that’s the part none of us can answer yet.”

    Emery frowned. “So my mother should be one of them. Like a fae or an ancient, right?” she asked.

    “She should be. Unless this is something that the Bes carry.”

    Emery pursed her lips.

    “Bloodlines like this aren’t just rare, they go to great lengths to protect themselves,” Sebastian said, his gaze fixed on Emery. “Some keep to the shadows, almost invisible, like the vampyrics.”

    Then he added. “Others build immense wealth and influence so they can control what people see, even bending the media and world leaders to their will. In fact, it would make sense for the Bes to be the one

    carrying this gene” He tilted his head slightly. “What do

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