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The Wolf pulled back, his jaw set in a hard line as he stared down at my trembling body."Stay here," he ordered.He didn't wait for me to answer. He yanked his trousers on, crossed the floor in broad strides, and threw the door open."Get the healers," he barked into the corridor. "Now!"Footsteps scrambled against the floor outside, and within minutes, two senior healers rushed through the doorway clutching their wooden medic kits.The moment they crossed the threshold, they froze.The Wolf stood towering over them, bare-chested with blood still smeared across his upper lip from his broken nose.The younger healer gasped, dropping his wooden kit. It hit the rug with a loud crash, sending glass vials and dried herbs rolling across the floor."In," the Wolf growled, pointing a thick finger toward the mattress where I lay shivering.Neither of them dared to pick up the fallen tools. Pale and trembling violently, they rushed to the edge of the bed. The older healer wiped his sweaty hand

The days dragged past without any real difference between day and night. The draperies over the bedchamber windows stayed pulled tight, keeping the room in a state of perpetual twilight. My stomach had grown significantly larger, high and heavy against my lap. With every passing day, the link between me and the first pup grew frighteningly strong. It was a constant, aggressive hum deep inside my core, pulsating with energy that vibrated straight into my veins. I could feel its strength. But on the right side of my belly, there was nothing. Every morning when I woke up, and every night before I fell asleep, I would press both hands flat against my right flank. I would close my eyes, quiet my breathing, and search. I strained into the dark corners of my own body, practically begging for a spark, a faint twitch, or even the smallest flicker of heat. Nothing. Just an empty void. The silence on that side panicked me more than the fever ever had. It was a slow distress that stayed

The room erupted into chaos.Eilis was off the mattress in a split second, his voice roaring down the corridor for the healers. Within seconds, the doors slammed open, and three healers rushed into the room, their faces pale and their wooden kits rattling in their trembling hands.A second wave of pain hit my lower abdomen, dragging a strangled scream from my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching my belly as another gush of fluid soaked the mattress."Get him ready!" Eilis commanded, his voice filled with frantic, edge-of-control terror. "His water broke! Prepare for the incision!"The oldest healer hurried to the edge of the bed, his hands shaking violently as he pulled back the furs and inspected the wet sheets. He pressed his trembling fingers against my hips to judge the placement, but his face immediately drained of all color. He picked up a metal scalpel from his tray, his fingers trembling so hard the blade rattled against the metal dish.Cold, pure terror washed over me,

EILISThe chamber was deathly quiet, saved only for the crackle of the hearth and the uneven breathing on the bed.Outside the door, I could hear the faint, muffled murmurs of the castle. Word of the birth had spread through the territory like wildfire. Denis had arrived first, his heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor, followed by Camden, Calani, Solvra, Kiya, and a few of the noble ladies from the inner circle.I only allowed Denis, Calani, and the King into the room for a brief moment. They stood near the doorway, keeping their voices down, their eyes darting nervously between the cradle and the bed. The incision across Raven’s lower abdomen was fresh, fragile, and held together by nothing more than thread. A single shock or sudden movement could tear him open again, so I ushered them out quickly, keeping the rest of the nobles out in the hall.Inside the room, Raven slept.The numbing draught, mixed with the blood loss and trauma of the surgery, pulled him into a deep sleep. H

The door creaked open, and Eilis stepped into the room.The exhaustion etched into his face melted away the second his eyes landed on me sitting up in bed, both babies cradled securely against my chest. He closed the distance between us in long, hurried strides, dropping heavily onto the edge of the mattress."You're awake," he rasped out, his broad hand immediately reaching out to cup the back of my neck. He leaned down, pressing a firm, desperate kiss against my forehead, holding it there as if reassuring himself I was truly alive. "How do you feel? Is the stomach hurting?""It's sore, but I'm fine," I whispered, leaning into his touch. I looked down at the two bundles in my arms. "They need names, Eilis."Eilis’s gaze softened as he looked down at the babies. He extended a broad finger, letting the dark-haired baby grip it tightly with his surprisingly strong fist."The strong one," Eilis murmured, a faint, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "He's fierce like the pack's