(Freya's POV)As I held my little wolf pup in my arms, feeling his small body relax against mine, my heart swelled with love. Julian's golden eyes—so much like his father's—were heavy with sleep, but he fought to keep them open now that I was here. I gently stroked his head, running my fingers through his soft hair."Now that Mommy's back, you can sleep soundly, my little wolf," I whispered, my wolf Bella radiating warm, maternal comfort that wrapped around us both like an invisible blanket.Julian snuggled deeper into my embrace. "Can I sleep with you tonight, Mommy?" he asked, his voice small and hopeful.Though my heart had already melted at his request, I couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Aren't you a big boy of five now? Don't big wolves sleep in their own dens?"Immediately, his little face fell with disappointment. The sight made my stomach clench with guilt. Julian nodded solemnly, his young wolf instincts automatically submitting to what he perceived as my wishes."
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