- Emory -
I slept on the couch last night, my muscles aching from the weight of what I’d done. I couldn’t believe how I’d shattered Alice’s trust—how I’d pushed her to her breaking point. I knew she wasn’t ready for this—neither of us were, really—but the moon goddess had blessed us, and I couldn’t ignore the truth. She was going to be a mother, whether she was prepared or not.
She’ll be an amazing mum, I thought, a pang of awe and pride hitting me hard. She’s fierce, resilient—she’ll protect that child with everything she’s got. Still, I couldn’t shake the regret gnawing at me. I should’ve waited. I should’ve been patient.
But I couldn’t help myself. The pack was my family—since birth, they’d been my roots, my strength. I needed them to know. I needed them to see how much this meant—to understand that I was sharing this joy, this future, with them.
She doesn’t understand that, I told myself. She’s been alone m
- Emory -I woke up before the sun had fully risen, the soft glow of dawn slipping through the curtains. The air was still, the world outside quiet and peaceful—a stark contrast to the chaos we’d faced just months ago. For a moment, I simply lay there, taking in the steady rise and fall of Alice’s breathing beside me. Her face was soft and peaceful in sleep, her hair splayed across the pillow, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude wash over me.In all my years, I’d never known a happiness quite like this—peace, love, a future I could finally see clearly. We’d come so far. The pack was growing stronger, their spirits renewed. The threats that once loomed over us seemed distant now; the attacks had stopped, and the pack’s numbers slowly swelled. We’d done it—together.I reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from Alice’s face. She stirred softly, her eyes fluttering open, a quiet smile forming as she saw me.“Good morning,” I whispered, voice thick with emotion.She respo
- Emory -I slept on the couch last night, my muscles aching from the weight of what I’d done. I couldn’t believe how I’d shattered Alice’s trust—how I’d pushed her to her breaking point. I knew she wasn’t ready for this—neither of us were, really—but the moon goddess had blessed us, and I couldn’t ignore the truth. She was going to be a mother, whether she was prepared or not.She’ll be an amazing mum, I thought, a pang of awe and pride hitting me hard. She’s fierce, resilient—she’ll protect that child with everything she’s got. Still, I couldn’t shake the regret gnawing at me. I should’ve waited. I should’ve been patient.But I couldn’t help myself. The pack was my family—since birth, they’d been my roots, my strength. I needed them to know. I needed them to see how much this meant—to understand that I was sharing this joy, this future, with them.She doesn’t understand that, I told myself. She’s been alone m
- Alice -I woke up this morning feeling like my stomach was twisting itself apart. It wasn’t just nausea—this was aggressive, relentless. I curled into a ball, clutching my belly as waves of sickness hit me again and again. I could hear Emory’s thoughts faintly—his worry, his suspicion, as he saw me clutching the toilet.What if it’s another attack? Another plant? Poison? His mind raced, full of dark possibilities. I could feel his concern, thick and heavy. Part of me wanted to roll my eyes. He’s overreacting. It’s probably just exhaustion, or maybe I’m catching the flu. Lyra’s been so exhausted lately, maybe she’s getting sick too.I sighed, trying to steady my breathing. I knew I should tell him I was fine, that it was probably nothing. But I also knew how he was—his mind raced to protect us all, sometimes jumping to the worst-case scenario.Finally, I decided we needed to get checked out. I pushed myself up weakly, and
- Emory -I wake slowly, the soft light filtering through the window casting a warm glow across the room. For a moment, I lie still, just watching. Alice is curled beside me, her face peaceful, almost angelic in sleep. Her features are so pure, so unguarded.I can’t help but smile. I gently brush a stray lock of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. Her skin is soft, warm beneath my touch. I lean in and press a gentle kiss to her temple, feeling a surge of happiness swell inside me.She stirs slightly, a faint smile curling on her lips as she remains asleep. I take a deep breath, trying to memorize this moment—her peaceful expression, her breathing, the feel of her close to me. It’s rare that I get to see her like this, so vulnerable, so untouched by the weight of leadership and war.I slide out of bed quietly, careful not to wake her. I need to start my day, to face the responsibilities waiting outsid
- Emory -The night sky stretched endlessly above us, stars twinkling like distant lanterns. The pack’s celebration was in full swing—howls, laughter, and the pounding of drums echoed through the clearing. Fires blazed brightly, casting flickering shadows that danced across the faces of my pack. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, sweet berries, and the unmistakable energy of relief and hope.I found myself standing at the edge, watching the scene unfold. My heart swelled with pride, but beneath that, a persistent relief that I couldn’t quite contain. We had survived. We had fought through darkness and betrayal, and tonight, we celebrated life—our life—as one.Wolves of all ages danced and howled, some with tears of joy streaking their faces. Others simply roared with victory, their voices blending into the night. The younger ones ran around, laughing and chasing each other, their innocence a stark contrast to the night’s brutality.
- Alice -The moment Daniel’s voice shattered the silence, I felt my heart drop. His screams, full of hatred and venom, echoed across the pack house."You're dead! You've always been a waste of space! I know what you are now, and you will die for it!" He screamed.I clenched my fists, fighting the instinct to lash out. I stepped out of the pack house with Emory, Liam, Angora, and Cedric right behind me. As I crossed the threshold, Daniel’s taunts followed me, loud and mocking."No wonder they’re not by your side. You finally told them what you are. No wonder they see you for what you truly are."My heart pounded painfully in my chest, but I forced myself to hold my head high. I refused to let him see my fear.One by one, wolves from my pack began to emerge from the shadows—silent, unwavering, standing behind me. They started to call out, voices fierce and unyielding:"She’s our