Gracelyn POV The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, soft and golden, painting the pack house in warmth. Our child, tiny and perfect, lay against my chest, skin warm and soft. I could feel its pulse, small yet insistent, synced faintly with mine and Damon’s. Even in these first fragile moments, the baby radiated energy — subtle, glowing beneath the surface, a quiet hum that made the hair on my arms rise. Damon sat beside me, dark eyes never leaving our child, hand resting gently over mine. The golden thread pulsed faintly beneath my skin, weaving through all three of us. He looked… unshakable. And yet, there was a softness there I had never seen before — awe, reverence, and an intensity reserved only for family. “You did amazing,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Both of you. Strong. Perfect.” I smiled faintly, brushing my fingers through his dark hair. “We did it together,” I said softly. “And now… now we protect them. Whatever comes next, this child will never be
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