로그인Grace pov Good birthday," she declared with satisfaction. "Everyone's patterns were happy." "Yes, they were," I agreed softly. "Did you enjoy your party?" Sophia nodded sleepily. "The Balance liked it too. And baby brother." Her small hand reached out to touch my belly with surprising gentlene
I accepted the cake gratefully. Pregnancy cravings had given me an unprecedented sweet tooth, much to Sophia's delight. "How's our birthday girl doing?" "Currently explaining to her friends how the presents create a 'harmony pattern' when arranged properly," Liam replied, his expression filled wit
Grace pov **Six Months Later** The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow across the meadow behind Fireside pack house. Children's laughter filled the air as a small gathering celebrated Sophia's second birthday. The toddler presided over the festivities with a serene dignity that occasionally ga
Sophia considered the question seriously before shaking her head. "Not worry. It's the right pattern. The balance is happy about it." She adjusted another stone slightly, the golden light flowing to illuminate the new configuration. "Five is better than four. Stronger shapes." As if confirming her
I began to protest, but another wave of dizziness—milder this time—reminded me that Elena's medical advice wasn't merely precautionary. My body was indeed adjusting to significant changes, and pushing beyond its limits would serve no one. "Two days," I conceded reluctantly. "But I want regular upd
Grace pov Liam nodded, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Our children were never going to be ordinary, were they? Not with us as parents." I smiled as he looked into my eyes. Lucas was a strong werewolf with Alpha blood, and Sophia was a truth seer. Both were strong as hell.
"Sophia Matthews," Liam tested the name aloud. "I like it. Strong but feminine. Works for a wolf or human daughter." The last comment revealed that ourr conversation at the doctor's office remained present in his thoughts as well. I looked up from the book, studying his expression. "Are you truly
Grace pov Why, then, was panic rising in my chest, threatening to overwhelm the joy I knew I should be feeling? Why did tears sting my eyes as I stared unseeingly at the dashboard? I felt fear sneak in as I debated my next move. I need to go home and tell Liam, but I'm scared. The memory of my p
"Ready to get out?" I asked, setting the washcloth aside. "If getting out means continuing what you've started," Grace replied with a smile that conveyed her intentions clearly, "then absolutely." My eyes darkened at her words, my own desire evident in my expression and through their bond. With
The attic was neater than I had anticipated, with labeled boxes arranged in reasonably organized sections. Liam had clearly put thought into the storage system when moving our combined possessions from Silverlake and the original cabin configuration into this expanded space. "Holiday decorations,"







