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Jhoanna's POVThe night was ours.For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no responsibilities pressing against our backs, no little voices calling for us, no warriors waiting for orders. Just the two of us, away from the pack, away from duty.Hans took full advantage of it.“Come on, Luna,” he drawled, reaching for my hand as we stepped outside the hut. “A small date before we go back to our tiny tornado of a son?”I raised a brow. “Hans, we’re literally in the middle of nowhere.” “And yet,” he said smoothly, tugging me gently along, “...we have moonlight, good wine, and each other. What more do we need?”I rolled my eyes, but I let him pull me along anyway.We walked through the quiet woods surrounding the place, the night air crisp but not unpleasant. Fireflies flickered in the distance, and the moon bathed everything in silver light.Hans stopped at a small clearing where a single lantern hung from a low-hanging branch. A blanket was spread out on the grass, and
Jhoanna’s POV“No.”Johanis stood firmly in front of me, arms crossed, his little face scrunched up in defiance.I sighed, kneeling to his level. “Love, we talked about this already.”He pouted, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I wanna go too.”Hans, standing beside me, pinched the bridge of his nose. “Johanis, you can’t come on this mission. It’s too dangerous.”Johanis stomped his tiny foot. “I am not scared!”Hans exhaled. “We know you’re not scared, bud. But it’s not about that.”“It’s a boring mission,” I tried, hoping to change tactics. “Lots of sitting around and waiting. You’d hate it.”Johanis was unimpressed. He turned his glare to Hans, as if sensing a weak link in his resistance. “Papa..”Hans, my strong, stubborn mate, who had stared down enemies and led warriors into battle, actually hesitated. “But buddy…”“I can fight,” Johanis declared, lifting his tiny fists. “Punch! Grrr!” He even bared his little teeth for effect.I choked on a laugh.Hans sighed. “You’re four,
Jhoanna's POVMy precious son was three years old now, and every day with him was an adventure. His wild, unpredictable shifting hadn’t stopped, but at least we had grown accustomed to it—if barely.Memories flashed through my mind as I watched my little moon play in the garden, his chubby fingers digging into the soft earth as he “helped” Rio plant flowers.—------A year ago Hans and I had woken to a suspicious silence. With a child like Johanis, silence was never a good sign.We had rushed into his room only to find a small, fluffy wolf pup curled up on the floor, his tiny tail twitching. Scattered around him were shredded pieces of his blanket, which he had clearly destroyed in his sleep.Hans let out a slow exhale. “This keeps getting better.”Before I could respond, Johanis yawned—his little pink tongue curling—then blinked up at us in sleepy confusion.And just like that, in a blur of shifting energy, our son was human again, completely naked and utterly unbothered.“I’m going
Jhoanna's POVThe moment Johanis’ tiny hands smashed into his cake, the room erupted in cheers. His bright eyes lit up with excitement, his chubby fingers curling into the soft frosting as he made a delighted noise. Harley cooed. “Oh, my precious boy, look at you.”My Alpha exhaled, shaking his head fondly. “That’s going to be a mess, bud.”Rio, meanwhile, was vibrating with energy beside me. “Alright, listen. It’s tradition for the birthday pup to share his cake with his favorite uncle.” Hans snorted. “That’s not a tradition.”“It should be,” Rio countered, already reaching out. “Here, Johanis. Let Uncle Rio help you with that.”And then, in true Rio fashion, he attempted to steal a piece of cake.Johanis, still covered in frosting, blinked up at him before his tiny hand shot forward and smacked Rio’s wrist.Rio gasped. “DID HE JUST—”The room exploded into laughter.Ben leaned back, roaring with amusement. “Denied!”Harley chuckled. “Oh, my sweet boy knows what he’s doing.”Hans
Jhoanna's POVFor eight months now, Johanis has been the heart of our world. Every coo, every giggle, every little grasp of his chubby fingers was a new milestone that sent waves of delight through our family.And then, one day, he spoke.It happened in the early hours of the morning, just as the sun began its slow ascent over the horizon. The packhouse was quiet, which is a rare thing to happen, with only the distant rustling of trees and the occasional chirp of waking birds.Hans and I had been lying in bed, caught in that blissful half-awake state, with Johanis nestled between us. He had woken up earlier than usual, as he often did, babbling softly to himself, his tiny hands reaching toward my face.I smiled sleepily, brushing my fingers through his soft hair. “Good morning, little moon.”Johanis gurgled happily, his bright eyes locking onto mine. Then, clear as day, his little mouth formed the word—“Mama.”For a moment, my brain refused to process it. I blinked, staring down at h
Jhoanna’s POVThe chaos that seemed to follow every moment in our packhouse had finally settled into a somewhat manageable rhythm. With Mael gone and Ben's sulking gradually subsiding, we were starting to get used to a new normal. Johanis was growing every day, and his giggles and coos filled the house with a sense of joy that was contagious.At least… until Rio decided it was too peaceful.“I have been thinking,” he announced one evening, plopping down onto the couch dramatically. “Johanis needs to start training soon.”Hans, who had been enjoying a rare moment of quiet with me, barely lifted his head. “He is literally a pup, Rio.”“Exactly!” Rio wagged a finger. “A pup who needs to learn the ways of the world. He needs to start developing his skills—his reflexes, his strength, his—”I raised a brow. “Rio, if you say ‘battle instincts,’ I’m going to throw you out myself.”Rio huffed. “Okay, fine. No battle instincts. Yet. But we can start small! You know, like play-fighting, basic mo







