Anara’s POV“Everything is louder the second time,” I told him.It was evening. The child was asleep and the pack house had gone into its night rhythms, the bond running at the low warm frequency it ran at when the pack was settled. He was sitting beside me on the bed with his hand resting on my abdomen in the way he had been doing since we told the pack, the specific careful presence of it, sometimes talking through his hand to the new child the way he had talked to the first, quietly and directly, as though the child were already listening to the specific register of him and learning what it meant.He looked at me when I spoke.“Louder how.”“The pack bond,” I said. “It is more present than it was during the first pregnancy. I feel more of it moving through me during the day. The collective warmth of them comes through more clearly. When wolves in the pack feel something strongly I feel it more specifically than I did before.” I shifted slightly and Seraphis moved with me, warm and
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