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[Araya's POV]The days following Araya's first shift blur together in a haze of training and exhaustion. Ronan pushes her to shift multiple times a day, forcing her body to adapt to the transformation until it becomes less painful, less clumsy.Each shift gets easier. The bones crack with less agony. The muscles reshape with more fluidity. The fur comes faster, smoother.Araya's white wolf grows stronger with every transformation. Her balance improves. Her coordination sharpens. She can run through the forest now without stumbling, can leap over fallen logs and dodge between trees.But the shifts take their toll.Araya's body is constantly exhausted, her muscles screaming in protest even when she's in human form. She eats more than she ever has before, her body demanding fuel to sustain the transformations.And the nausea is getting worse.It started small, just a queasy feeling in the mornings. But now it hits her randomly throughout the day, making her stomach twist and her head spin

[Araya's POV]"You dare bring his blood into my den?"Ronan's voice is deadly quiet, his hand still pressed against the wall beside Araya's head. Splinters of wood fall to the floor from where his fist cracked the timber.Araya's heart hammers in her chest. She can feel the fury radiating off Ronan in waves, suffocating and terrifying.This is it. He's going to cast her out. Send her back into the wilderness to die. Just like Jasper did.Araya lifts her chin, refusing to show fear. "Yes. I brought his blood into your den. Because I had nowhere else to go. Because you saved me. Because you gave me a chance when no one else would."Ronan's golden eyes burn into hers, searching for something."I won't apologize for the child," Araya continues, her voice steady despite the trembling in her hands. "I won't apologize for fighting to protect them. If you want me gone, then say it. But I'm not going to beg. I'm done begging."Ronan's jaw clenches. His free hand curls into a fist at his side,

[Araya's POV]Two weeks pass since the sisters' warning.Araya's belly continues to grow, the swell undeniable now. She's almost four months along, and the baby makes its presence known with flutters of movement that take her breath away.Training continues, modified but relentless. Ronan pushes Araya hard, but he's careful now. No shifting. No sparring that could harm the baby. Instead, he focuses on strategy, tracking, endurance.And proximity.Araya notices it first during tracking lessons. Ronan stands closer than necessary, his massive frame towering over her as he points out signs in the forest. His hand brushes hers when demonstrating knife techniques. His breath is warm against her neck when he corrects her stance.The heat that sparked between them weeks ago hasn't faded. If anything, it's grown stronger, more insistent.Araya tries to ignore it. Tries to focus on the training, on becoming strong enough to protect her child.But it's getting harder.Today, they're working on

[Araya's POV]Three days pass since the nightmare.Ronan avoids Araya. He still oversees her training, but he doesn't speak to her directly. Doesn't look at her. Gives his instructions to Lyra or Selvara, then disappears into the forest.The sisters try to bridge the gap, but Araya knows it's useless. She hurt Ronan with that dream. Hurt him in a way she didn't think possible.And she doesn't know how to fix it.The morning of the fourth day dawns cold and gray. Snow falls softly, covering the clearing in fresh white powder.Araya sits at the table, picking at her breakfast. Her appetite has been poor since the nightmare. Everything tastes like ash.Lyra watches her with concern. "You need to eat more than that. The baby needs nutrition.""I'm not hungry," Araya says."I don't care," Lyra says, pushing the plate closer. "Eat anyway."Araya forces down another bite of bread. Her stomach protests, but she swallows it.Selvara enters the cabin, shaking snow from her hair. "The traps are

POV: ArayaThe silver light fades completely, leaving Araya dizzy and breathless. Her knees buckle, but she catches herself before she falls.Ronan stares at her, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that makes Araya's chest tighten. His jaw is clenched, his massive frame rigid with tension."What just happened?" Araya asks again, her voice trembling.Ronan doesn't answer immediately. He circles her slowly, his gaze never leaving her face. Studying her. Assessing her."Your eyes," Ronan finally says. "They glowed silver. Brighter than moonlight. Brighter than anything I've seen in decades."Araya touches her face instinctively, as if she might feel the light still lingering there. "Is that bad?"Ronan stops pacing. His expression hardens. "It's dangerous.""Why?" Araya asks."Because power like that attracts enemies," Ronan says bluntly. He steps closer, towering over her. "You think you can just awaken ancient bloodline magic and no one will notice? You think the world will let