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Nadia's pov I watched her across the room, Nadia, curled over a stack of ancient, dust-covered tomes. The firelight from the hearth flickered across her face, casting shadows that made her look both fragile and unstoppable at the same time. Her fingers traced lines of arcane symbols and faded script, every movement precise, determined. She was focused, but I could see the exhaustion beneath the determination.I approached quietly, careful not to disturb her concentration. “You’ve been at this for hours,” I said, letting my voice cut through the quiet hum of the night.She looked up at me, her green eyes glowing in the dim light. “I’m trying,” she whispered, her lips parting in a faint, tired smile. “These books… they might hold the key to breaking your curse. There are rituals, ingredients, alignments of celestial forces… I just need to find the right one.”I stepped closer, letting my hand brush hers as it hovered above the page. “You don’t have to do this alone,” I said softly, my

Nadia's pov I had been holding it in for days, the secret growing heavier with every sunrise and every glance from Varic. Every time he looked at me with that protective, unwavering gaze, I thought about the little life growing inside me, and my heart ached to tell him.Finally, one quiet evening, while the sun dipped behind the treeline and the pack’s territory glowed in shades of amber and gold, I took his hands in mine.“Varic,” I said, my voice trembling with excitement and nerves. He looked at me, his brow furrowed slightly.“What is it?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.I took a deep breath, feeling the tiny flutter inside me like a whisper of wind. “I’m… pregnant,” I said, letting the words fall into the quiet.For a moment, he didn’t move. His eyes widened, and then they softened, filling with a mix of wonder, disbelief, and pure joy. “You’re… ours?” he breathed, his voice rough with emotion.I nodded, a tear slipping down my cheek. “Yes… ours.”Then e

Nada's pov Years had passed since the night our daughter was born, yet the memory still felt fresh like moonlight etched permanently into my bones. The pack had changed. Our people were stronger, united not by fear of curses or enemies but by the promise of a future we were finally building together.The halls that once echoed with war councils and grief now brimmed with the chatter of children, the laughter of families, the steady rhythm of life returning. My daughter’s footsteps often filled those halls, and every time I heard her giggle, I swore I’d never forget what it cost us to reach this peace.But peace, I had learned, did not mean ease. The curse still lingered like a shadow at the edge of my soul. It no longer tore at my body with claws and teeth, but its weight was always there a reminder of Caeleen’s betrayal, of the Moon’s price.And Nadia…I found her one evening at the long oak table, the same place where we once pored over war maps. Only now, the maps were gone, repla