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The sun spilled across the pack grounds, golden and warm, like it was determined to chase away every shadow from the night before. I stretched my arms above my head as Joey tugged on my sleeve, her eyes sparkling like a child about to share a secret. This was day three of just fun and games with the pack and everyone was happy.“Addy,” she whispered dramatically, “today, you’re on my team.”I arched a brow. “Your team? What happened to me being Switzerland, neutral, peaceful, above all conflict?”Joey rolled her eyes so hard I thought she might fall over. “Switzerland my foot. You cheated last time. I saw you, switching sides in the middle of capture the flag.”“That wasn’t cheating,” I said, feigning innocence as I pressed a hand to my chest. “That was… creative strategy.”Devon, leaning lazily against a nearby post, chuckled under his breath. “You mean running straight into enemy territory because you got distracted by a butterfly?”I whipped around to glare at him. “It was a very

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, painting the room in golds and soft ambers. I stretched lazily, feeling the warm weight of our little one kicking gently against me. Devon was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands over my belly with that look half mischief, half awe that always made me melt. It's been almost two weeks since the fun and games and we decided to visit the kids again today. “Good morning, firecracker,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, making my cheeks heat. “You’ve got a very active little one in there. I think someone’s ready for breakfast before we even are.” I laughed softly, swatting his hand away, though I let him linger just a second longer. “They’re making their presence known, huh?” I said, tilting my head. “Guess they’re already practicing stubbornness from me.” He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I can live with that,” he said. “But let’s not let the little one start bossing us around before br

The laughter from breakfast still lingered in my chest, like the last notes of a song fading into silence. Joey had finally cleaned up her flour-covered chaos, and Devon had coaxed me into a walk across the pack grounds. The sun was high, children darted around with squeals of joy, and wolves stretched in the training yards, their bodies sleek and powerful in the light. It should have been perfect.But beneath the easy warmth of the day, something darker pulsed.Devon kept his hand at the small of my back as we walked, his palm firm and protective. I noticed the subtle way his eyes swept across the grounds, never fully settling. His jaw was clenched, and though his touch was tender, his body carried a tension I could feel deep in my bones.“Devon,” I whispered as we passed the training field. “You’re on edge. I can feel it.”He hesitated, then looked at me with that guarded gaze he wore when he wanted to shield me. “Addy…” His voice was soft, deliberate. “I told you before something’s

The morning air carried a weight I couldn’t shake off. It wasn’t heavy like a storm or sharp like winter’s bite, it was different, charged, as if the very earth under my feet was holding its breath. When I stepped out of the pack house, I caught myself pausing, listening to the silence that stretched too far. The birds were gone. The forest beyond our borders stood still.“Good morning, Luna,” one of the younger warriors greeted me, his voice clipped with respect but tight with something else fear, maybe. His eyes darted past me, scanning the line of trees, even though the sun had barely crested the horizon.“Good morning,” I answered softly, forcing a smile. I let my hand brush over my belly in instinct, grounding myself. For the baby. For Devon. For all of them, I can’t let the fear sink in.Around me, the pack was alive but not in its usual rhythm. Instead of laughter and chatter, the soundscape was filled with the scrape of blades being sharpened, the crack of wooden staffs agains

The room felt unusually quiet after the long, tense day. The air still carried the faint scent of candle wax and fresh pine from the logs burning low in the hearth. I sat curled at the edge of our bed, fingers absently tracing the embroidered patterns on the coverlet. My body was tired, but my mind was louder than ever.Devon closed the door behind him with a soft thud, shutting out the corridors, the murmurs of warriors strategizing late into the night, the unspoken fear that pulsed through every heartbeat in the pack. In here, it was just us. For a moment, I kept my eyes lowered, but I could feel his gaze steady, protective, weighing on me the way a cloak of warmth might.“You’re too quiet,” he said at last, his voice low, a gravelly thread breaking the silence.I looked up, caught in the molten intensity of his stare. “I’m just… thinking.”“About them.” He didn’t need to say Levi and Elias by name; the shadow of their return hung heavily enough.I nodded. “About everything. About w