Three years had passed since Levi first arrived at the facility. At sixteen, he was no longer the uncertain boy who froze in his first battle. He was a highly respected soldier, a capable leader, and someone the others quietly admired.

Zeith stood nearby, his purple lightning crackling faintly around his fingertips. He was still quiet, but no one doubted his power. Levi’s bond with Mary had strengthened—she was the only one he could talk to openly—and he had grown close to Vanessa, forming a solid friendship built on trust.

Levi had changed. He was smart, talented, and self-preserving, a strategist who led by example. Yet, in lighter moments, he could be surprisingly fun, showing glimpses of the boy he had once been.

That day, a new recruit was brought into the training facility. Blond hair, towering build, muscles that strained the sleeves of his uniform—Michael Owens Junior. He radiated raw strength.

The moment Levi saw him, a sharp headache stabbed through his skull. Images flashed in his mind—faces, screams, a shadowy night, and a small child’s terrified eyes—but he didn’t understand them. He shook his head, trying to push the pain away.

Later, Levi was summoned to the commander’s office. He hesitated—supernaturals were rarely called there, and the commander, Jordan Jeyser, was a man who rarely involved himself directly.

Levi entered. Jordan’s presence alone was intimidating, but today was different. The commander held a ball of energy in his hands, glowing and humming with power. Levi’s eyes widened.

“You’re a supernatural, Levi,” Jordan said calmly. “You always were.”

Before Levi could react, the ball of energy surged toward him, entering his body in a flash of blinding light. Pain and warmth collided in his chest. Everything went black.

When Levi awoke, he was on the floor of the commander’s office, blinking against the bright light. He sat up slowly, confusion clouding his mind—he couldn’t remember what had just happened.

Then he looked down at his hands.

His eyes were green.

And suddenly, everything came rushing back. Every memory he had buried since Jesabell’s death—the night of the attack, the pain of losing his mother, the quiet visits from Steve, the life he had forgotten—flooded him.

Levi’s heart raced. He remembered everything.

And then it hit him. Cameron and Vanessa—the ones he had grown close to—weren’t just friends or allies.

They were his half-siblings. Steve’s children, just like him.

Levi’s mind spun as the realization settled in. The people he had trusted, trained with, and even teased were part of the family he had never known he had.

He looked at Jordan, who stood silently, observing. Levi understood now—the awakening was more than just his memories. He was no longer the same boy who had arrived at the facility years ago. He was stronger, sharper, and armed with the knowledge of his past—and his family.

And for the first time in years, Levi felt a strange sense of purpose.