로그인Five Years LaterAurora Blackwood was a force of nature wrapped in curls and confidence. At five years old, she ruled both the pack and the human estate with absolute authority, an authority her father surrendered to gladly. She was too small to command the kind of attention she did, but there was something in her presence that bent rooms toward her. A sharp intelligence behind bright, observant eyes. A restless energy that never truly slept. Ethan had tried, at first, to be firm. To be an Alpha, not just a father but he failed spectacularly. Aurora had him wrapped around her little fingers so tightly the entire pack knew it. If she wanted a book, the library opened. If she wanted to sit in on meetings meant for seasoned warriors and corporate executives, she sat, on Ethan’s lap, no less, listening with frightening focus. If she wanted answers, the elders explained. And if she wanted a story before bed, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack canceled meetings without blinking. Ethan Black
The ICU doors slid open with a soft hiss. The room was dim, machines humming softly, their steady beeps was the only proof of life. Too quiet, too fragile. Ethan’s breath hitched the moment he saw her.Aurora lay impossibly small beneath a web of tubes and wires, her tiny chest rising unevenly. Her skin looked too pale, lips faintly tinged blue. Every alarmed instinct in him roared awake. His knees nearly gave out.Martha stopped just inside the doorway. “She’s been fighting,” she said gently. “But she’s tired.”Ethan stepped closer, slowly, as if any sudden movement might break her. His hands trembled at his sides.“So small,” he whispered.She stirred at the sound of his voice. Her lashes fluttered, dark eyes cracking open just a fraction. A weak sound slipped past her lips, not quite a cry, and not quite a breath.The monitors wavered. Ethan’s heart slammed painfully against his ribs.“Oh Goddess,” he breathed. “Aurora… I’m here.”He reached out, hesitating for a heartbeat before c
Ethan remained on the Infirmary floor for what felt like an eternity, sobbing as he cradled his newborn daughter. No one approached him. No one could. What should have been a joyous reunion had turned into something unbearably mournful.It wasn’t until noon the next day that Martha finally found the courage to approach him, and even then, only to sedate him. By that time, Aurora had cried herself hoarse and had to be gently but firmly pried from his arms so she could be fed and bathed.Ethan never stirred. Not even when they took her. The sedative dragged him under slowly, mercy wrapped in darkness.Ethan dreamed of her. Not as she had been in the infirmary still, pale, and slipping away, but as she always was in his memories. Laughing, sharp-tongued, eyes bright with mischief as she stole his shirts and curled against his side like she belonged there.When he woke, the world felt wrong. Too quiet, too empty. He doesn't remember ever getting back into his room, the bed beside him felt
The infirmary doors burst open as Liam barreled through them, shouting for everyone to clear the way. He didn’t slow until Susan snapped at him to stop, to lower her carefully. Ruby barely registered any of it.The lights were too bright. The room smelled sharp and sterile and wrong. Too many hands touched her, none of them Ethan’s, and she cried out as another contraction tore through her, stronger than the last, crushing the air from her lungs.“Make...” Ruby sobbed, tears streaming freely now. “Make it stop, ple… please.”“I will,” Susan said, her voice firm but urgent now. “Look at me, Luna. Don’t think, just breathe okay. Try to relax.”But Ruby couldn’t. Her chest felt locked, as though something heavy sat on it. Every breath came short and panicked, her body convinced it was drowning.Whitney hovered near the doorway, pale and trembling, one hand pressed to her stomach as Vanessa held her upright. Jason stood rigid against the wall, his jaw clenched so hard it quivered. Beside
The next day passed in a blur of careful hands and watchful eyes. Whitney, Vanessa, and several of the female warriors barely left Ruby’s side, filling the air with chatter and gentle teasing, as if laughter itself might keep disaster at bay. When her legs felt too heavy to lift, they took turns massaging the ache from her calves, when she stood to use the bathroom, at least half of them rose with her, trailing behind like an overprotective honor guard.It should have annoyed her. On any other day, it would have. But today, Ruby let it happen.Ethan’s absence sat heavy in her chest, a quiet, constant throb, and she needed the distraction more than she needed her pride. Their voices kept her grounded. Their warmth kept her from counting the hours too closely.When night fell and her breathing began to falter, shallow, uneven, frightening, no one left. They crowded the sitting room with cushions and blankets, spoke softly over one another, told stories that made no sense and jokes that
Ruby was now just a few weeks away from giving birth, and despite her strenuous protests, citing the need for minimal fuss and maximum quiet, a spectacular baby shower was organized for her. The Pack, starved for celebration and desperate to show their love for their Luna, went all out.The decorations exploded across the Pack House, transforming the main hall. Gentle hues of soft gold and warm cream cascaded everywhere, symbolizing the Luna’s new light. Dozens of delicate, intricately carved lanterns floated overhead, casting a cozy, ethereal glow.Whitney, taking full control of the event, organized everything with startling military precision. Armed with a clipboard and a terrifying dedication to theme consistency, she was barking orders at warriors twice her size, directing them on where to hang the bunting or arrange the towering centerpiece cake, and they obeyed without question. It was a beautiful, overwhelming display of collective Pack love and excitement.Vanessa handled t







