LOGIN137 Congratulations began arriving before Lotty was even released from the hospital. Some came formally. Sealed letters from allied packs. Careful words from Alphas who had once watched Dark Mountain with suspicion and now wrote with respect. Others came less formally. Baskets. Blankets. Tiny carved toys. Silver rattles. A ridiculous number of blue knitted caps. Tony stood in Decker’s office with one of the caps pinched between two fingers. “This one has wolf ears.” Decker looked up from the letter he was reading. “Appropriate.” Tony stared at him. “It has little teeth.” Decker leaned back. “Better.” Tony sighed and placed it on the growing pile. “You are impossible.” Across the room, Lotty sat on the sofa with one baby sleeping against her chest and the other tucked in Decker’s arm. She looked tired, pale, and happier than Tony had ever seen her. “They’re sweet gifts,” she said. Tony softened immediately. “They are.” Then he glanced at the mountain of packages. “Excessive, b
136 It was sometime after midnight when Adam and Maren finally emerged from her office. The hospital was quiet. The hallway lights had been dimmed, and only a few nurses remained at the station, pretending very hard not to notice when the door unlocked. Adam stepped out first. Maren followed. His hand was wrapped around hers. Not loosely. Not politely. Firmly. As if letting go was no longer an option. Evelyn looked up from the desk. Then looked down again with a knowing smile. “Everything alright, Doctor?” Maren’s cheeks warmed. “Yes.” Adam’s expression remained unreadable, but his thumb moved over Maren’s hand in a small, possessive stroke. Evelyn’s smile widened. “Good.” No one asked why Adam escorted Maren out of the hospital and toward the packhouse. No one needed to. By afternoon the next day, Lotty had been awake long enough to be annoyed. That was, according to Decker, a good sign. She sat propped up in her hospital bed, one baby asleep against her chest while Decker he
135 The hospital settled into an exhausted calm. The emergency from the gas explosion had finally passed. Most of the injured had been stabilized. The operating rooms were quiet. The cries of two newborn boys echoed softly down one hallway, bringing smiles to every nurse who passed. For the first time all day, the hospital could breathe. Adam could not. Neither could Dr. Maren. They stood in the hallway outside Lotty's recovery room, staring at one another while everyone else pretended not to watch. Matthew leaned quietly toward Tony. "Should we... say something?" Tony looked between the two wolves. "No." "They're just standing there." "Exactly." Adam finally found his voice. "Can we talk?" Dr. Maren looked down briefly before meeting his eyes again. "Yes." She glanced toward Evelyn. "I'll be in my office." Evelyn smiled knowingly. "I'll cover your patients." Without another word, Adam followed Dr. Maren down the hallway. The office door closed behind them. A second later… C
134 The drive from Edgewater Falls to Dark Mountain should have taken nearly four hours. Adam and Matthew made it in less than three. Neither spoke much. Matthew drove like every road belonged to him and every speed limit was a suggestion. Adam sat in the passenger seat, one hand gripping the door handle, his phone in the other, waiting for updates that came too slowly. Tony called twice. Once to say both babies were born. Once to say Lotty was still in surgery. That second update nearly destroyed Adam’s restraint. “She’s still bleeding?” Adam demanded. “Dr. Maren is handling it,” Tony said. “That is not an answer.” “It’s the only one I have.” Matthew pressed harder on the gas. Adam stared out the windshield, jaw locked so tightly it ached. His sister had gone into surgery. His nephews had been born. And he was still too far away to do anything. By the time they pulled into Dark Mountain’s hospital lot, Adam was out of the SUV before Matthew fully stopped. Tony met him at the
133 Decker reached the hospital faster than anyone thought possible. He didn’t drive. He ran. The moment Lotty’s fear ripped through the bond, everything else disappeared. The council meeting. The reports. The pack. The voices calling after him. None of it mattered. Only her. Only them. By the time he hit the hospital doors, his eyes were already gold, his wolf too close to the surface. Nurses scattered out of his path. Warriors straightened. One poor orderly dropped an entire tray of supplies and wisely decided not to pick it up until the Alpha had passed. “Where is she?” Decker demanded. Garrick stepped into the hallway before anyone else could answer. “Alpha.” Decker didn’t slow. Garrick moved in front of him. That was almost suicidal. “Move.” “No.” The word froze the hallway. Decker’s aura slammed outward so hard the lights flickered. Garrick held his ground. Barely. “She’s being prepped.” Decker’s face went white beneath the rage. “Prepped for what?” Tomas appeared bes
132 Three months transformed the region. Not through war. Through peace. The old regional council was gone. In its place, the newly formed Allied Council met every month, rotating between pack territories. Every pack sent three representatives, an Alpha, a Luna, and either a Beta, healer, or archivist. It wasn't perfect. Arguments still happened. Disagreements still filled meeting halls. But they happened openly. Nothing was hidden behind sealed doors anymore. Edgewater Falls had become a full member of the alliance. The first time Adam signed an alliance treaty beside Decker instead of across from him, every wolf in the room paused. Years of hatred ended with the stroke of a pen. The irony wasn't lost on anyone. The packs began sharing patrols along disputed borders. Young warriors trained together. Healers exchanged knowledge. Trade routes reopened. For the first time in generations, wolves traveled through neighboring territories without wondering if they would return home. Th
104 Lotty was exhausted by the time she made it back to the packhouse. Not the bad kind of exhausted. Not the bone-deep fatigue that came from fear or tension or fighting to stay ahead of danger. This felt… Full. Her shift at the hospital had stretched longer than expected after the emergency del
103 The air felt different when Lotty stepped out of the packhouse that morning. Not safer. She knew better than that. But clearer. For the first time in days, she wasn’t scanning every shadow like something might step out of it. She wasn’t measuring every distance, every gap, every moment she wa
102 The week did not slow down. If anything, it sharpened. Dark Mountain moved with purpose. Not the frantic kind. Not the kind that came from fear. The kind that came from a pack that understood something important was coming and that their Alpha had already stepped ahead of it. Decker stood on
85 The ride home was quiet in the best way. No tension. No strategy. No shadows creeping into the edges of the conversation. Lotty leaned into Decker’s side in the backseat, her head resting against his shoulder, one hand still loosely wrapped in his. The city lights faded behind them, replaced by







