LOGINSierra's POVSix months.It's strange how quickly life changes without you even noticing it happening.One day you're counting the hours until you can go back to a dungeon bedroom, not talking to anyone and feeling so lonely and in pain that you wish everything would slow down or stop completely, or you are counting down the hours until your son arrives, wondering whether you're ready to become somebody's mother, and the next you're chasing a six-month-old little boy across a blanket because he's somehow decided rolling is the greatest invention known to mankind. All the while changing his nappy.Every single day Noah discovers something new, whether it's his own feet, the sound of his laugh or the fact his father is apparently the funniest person to ever exist. I could spend an entire afternoon pulling ridiculous faces only for him to blink at me like I've lost my mind, yet Nikolai walks into the room, lifts one eyebrow, and our son erupts into the biggest fit of giggles imaginable.
Sierra's POVThe hours seem to lose all meaning after that.Time becomes something measured in quiet encouragement, gentle smiles and the squeeze of Nikolai's hand every single time another contraction rolls through me. At some point darkness settles outside the hospital windows, replacing the warm afternoon sunshine with the soft glow of lights scattered across the pack grounds in the distance. Somewhere beyond these walls, life is carrying on. Families are heading home after the festival, children are probably already asleep after eating far too much sugar, and the pack is still celebrating a day that somehow became even more memorable than anyone expected. It makes me smile between breaths, knowing they'll all have a story to tell for years to come. Trust me to wait until the middle of a festival to decide it was time to bring my son into the world."I'm beginning to think he's as stubborn as his father," I mutter, earning a quiet laugh from everyone in the room.Nikolai looks almo
Sierra's POVThe room is strangely peaceful considering I'm about to give birth.The walls are painted a soft cream, the curtains pulled back just enough to let the afternoon sunshine spill through the windows, and somewhere outside I can hear birds singing as though today is no different from any other. It almost makes me laugh. My entire world is changing one contraction at a time while nature carries on as though nothing extraordinary is happening at all.Maybe that's the funny thing about life. The biggest moments rarely arrive with fireworks. They simply happen, quietly slipping into your story before you realise everything has changed and before you can change it back, it changes you into someone you never thought you could be. Another contraction builds low in my stomach, stealing my attention before I can follow that thought any further. I close my eyes, drawing in a slow breath exactly as the healer showed me during all my birthing classes, refusing to tense against it even
Chaos.I've stood in the middle of battlefields where warriors have torn each other apart without mercy. I've negotiated with Alphas who would happily slit my throat if it benefited their pack. I've watched rogues storm our borders, dealt with betrayals that could have destroyed everything we've built, and not once have I questioned my ability to remain calm beneath pressure.None of it prepared me for hearing Sierra say, with complete composure, "I think my waters just broke."The entire festival descends into absolute madness within seconds. Warriors who, only moments ago, were arguing over barbecue recipes suddenly forget how to function, children are quickly ushered away by laughing but slightly panicked parents, and somewhere to my left I hear Killian barking orders with enough authority to make anyone believe he actually knows what he's doing. Judging by the fact he's just told three different people to fetch three completely different healers, I'm fairly certain he doesn't. Max
Sierras POVThe afternoon slips by far quicker than I expect, the sunshine growing warmer overhead as more and more people fill every corner of the pack grounds. Somewhere behind me a local band begins playing another upbeat song, children immediately abandoning whatever game they were playing to dance terribly in the middle of the grass while their parents clap along, and I can't help but laugh when one of the younger warriors ends up being dragged into the middle by three determined little girls who clearly aren't taking no for an answer.He's built like a tank, covered in tattoos and has probably terrified half the rogue population at some point in his life, yet somehow he's now wearing a flower crown while attempting whatever dance move they've convinced him is fashionable. Judging by the amount of laughter echoing around the gardens, he's failing miserably.I wander between the stalls with a smile that refuses to leave my face, stopping every few steps because somebody wants to s
Sierra's POVBy the time the festival officially begins, I have already walked the length of the pack grounds at least six times, reminded three different warriors that moving benches isn't the same as placing them where I asked, convinced the kitchen staff that we really do need another table full of desserts because children are little sugar monsters once the music starts, and lost count of how many times Nikolai has told me to slow down.If anything, the constant reminders only make me more determined to prove that pregnancy hasn't suddenly turned me into delicate glass. Am I uncomfortable? Yes I am. Am I admittedly huge? Like a beach ball. And does my back feels like it's protesting every decision I've made since waking up this morning? Yes it is, but today isn't about sitting on the side-lines.Today is about reminding every person standing on this land that we're still here. We survived. We rebuilt. And now we deserve to celebrate it.The grounds look nothing like they did a wee
Chapter 85: Mission unaccomplished Sierra's POVHis voice is a sin. It will always be a sin and I am here for every single sin he is or has. Especially when the words... 'On your knees, ' leaves his mouth. God damn those three words are enough to make me quiver under his gaze. I would happily melt
Sierra's POV It's been weeks since I came home. Since we got Benji, and since I have been spending more time doing things as a Luna to help the pack and create positive energy after everything that has happened. I have been feeling more positive over the last week. More alert but also a lot freer
Chapter 82: Leaving old woundsNikolai's POV "Is this the dog you wanted?" Rem asks as he looks at the scruffy little dog in front of us. We found him in a shelter. He's not old, but he isn't a puppy either. Sierra has been on about a dog since I mentioned getting one at the hospital last week.Sh
Chapter 81: Can we get that dog now?Sierra's POV "Nikolai, you won't even look me in the eye!" I say, but it comes out as more of a shout and a cry. It hurts to see him so defeated about something but I also know that he is one of the most closed off people I have ever met yet the way he can't ho







