Elisa’s POV The wait for Lucian and the pack warriors to finish battling the intruders was absolute torture. My heart was heavy with dread as I paced back and forth, unable to shake off the overwhelming anxiety. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration, and none of us had anticipated a pack of rogues daring to breach our territory. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, as I glanced towards the entrance of our pack's territory. Each passing second felt like an eternity, and I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears. Rafi, a young and eager member of our pack, had been crying earlier, desperately wanting to join the fight. I had held him close and whispered that he was too young to be a warrior, wiping away his tears while trying to keep my own fears at bay. And then, finally, they emerged from the darkness, Lucian and the other warriors, alive and unharmed. My breath caught in my throat, and a wave of relief washed over me, nearly knocking me off my feet.

In the wake of our decision to extend support to smaller packs, the days unfurled with a renewed sense of purpose. Lucian was a whirlwind of activity, his dedication to forging alliances and providing aid evident in every step he took. I watched from the sidelines as he coordinated efforts, held meetings, and ensured that the packs were united against the rogue threat. As the Alpha of our pack, Lucian's responsibilities extended beyond our own borders. He was a leader not just by title, but by action. I admired his commitment and strength, knowing that the choices he made had the power to reshape the lives of many. One particular incident left a mark on our journey—a small pack that had been destroyed by the rogues. Lucian's decision to accept their displaced members into our pack was met with mixed emotions. Some welcomed the newcomers with open arms, understanding the importance of unity, while others expressed concerns about resources and space. "The Alpha is so generous, isn't h

LUCIAN The moon hung low on the horizon, casting its silvery glow across the training grounds where our young pack members practiced their skills. As the alpha, it was not just my duty but my privilege to oversee their training. Watching the next generation grow stronger and more skilled brought a sense of pride and fulfillment. My sharp eyes tracked each movement, the clashing of sparring partners, the fluid grace of those practicing agility, and the careful focus of the archers. I knew each of their names, their backgrounds, and their aspirations. I took pride in nurturing their potential, knowing that one day, they would be the protectors of our pack. Silas, my most trusted and loyal companion, stood beside me. He was a veteran warrior with a wisdom that came from years of experience. His presence offered me valuable counsel, and we shared a unique camaraderie that extended beyond our roles in the pack. As we observed the young wolves training, I couldn't help but glance toward

I nodded, jotting down notes on her symptoms. "Have you noticed any other changes in your body or health recently?" Meredith lowered her gaze for a moment before responding softly, "Well, I've been feeling nauseous in the mornings, and my appetite has changed. I thought it might be stress." Her description of symptoms triggered a thought in my mind, and I decided to proceed with a different type of examination. "Meredith, I'd like to perform a more thorough examination, just to rule out any other possibilities. Please lie back, and I'll get things ready." I prepared the necessary tools and, with a careful touch, began the examination. It didn't take long for me to confirm my suspicions. Meredith was pregnant. My heart swelled with a mix of emotions as I looked at Meredith. She was carrying a new life within her, and it was a momentous revelation. I approached her gently, my voice filled with understanding and support. "Meredith, I have some news. You're pregnant." Tears welled up

"Happy birthday, Rafi!" I exclaimed with a grin, holding the freshly baked strawberry cake in my hands. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance that enveloped us. The anticipation had been building for weeks, and finally, the moment was here to celebrate Rafi's special day.Rafi's eyes lit up as he saw the cake, his favorite dessert adorned with an array of ripe, red strawberries. I had spent hours meticulously preparing the cake, pouring all my efforts and love into every layer, knowing how much it meant to him. Seeing his happiness made all the hard work worthwhile.As the flickering candlelight danced on his face, Rafi broke into a wide grin. "You really went all out this year, didn't you?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.I chuckled, feeling a tinge of satisfaction. "Well, it's not every day my best friend turns another year older. You deserve something special."Our close-knit group gathered around Rafi, including Lucian, our mutual friend wh