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Zander stopped changing when the twins were twelve.
It was a surprise to Ethan, that his daughter - or at least some part of her - was a cougar. Not all Assassins had birds, but most did. His own Karolina, or Cecily’s Pavo. George’s Angelica. Most Assassins had birds of prey, as well, but not all. The Ghost’s daemon was a pitta, Haima. But non-bird daemons weren’t unheard of.
Still, there had been the briefest touch of uncertainty toward Evie’s future when Zander had settled. Of course, that was until he’d seen them working together. A perfect silent hunter, keen-eyed and stealthy -- yes, his daughter was a born Assassin. He had no doubts that Evie and Zander would weather their rites with a fierce determination. Jacob, however…
No doubt the blooding would be simple for the boy; he showed a promise for combat. If anything he seemed too eager to kill. But Cazimira did little to remind Ethan’s son of the consequences of his actions. He was headstrong and lacked forethought, but perhaps his own stubborn will could get them through it. Ethan doubted Jacob would let Evie be the only one to pass the rites, after all. And both seemed intent on joining the Brotherhood.