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The war was over.So why did it still feel like something terrible was about to happen?The pack had survived.The enemy had surrendered.People should have been celebrating by now.Instead, unease clung to the air like smoke that refused to disappear.No one fully understood how Alpha Arnold had managed to turn the battle around. One moment, the pack had been close to collapse. Warriors were exhausted. Hope was thinning.Then suddenly,Victory.Fast.Brutal.Absolute.It should have felt reassuring.But it didn’t.The surrendered lycan rogues were dragged toward the dungeon with chains around their wrists, their heads lowered as warriors shoved them forward. No one spoke to them. No one showed mercy.And no one dared ask what Alpha Arnold planned to do with them next.Danika was taken back to the pack house under strict guard.Not imprisoned exactly.But not trusted either.Warriors stood outside her room at all times, watching every movement she made. Every breath. Every sound from

“I’m sorry…”Arnold’s voice came out rough.Low enough that it almost sounded painful.“I’m really sorry. I would have come to you if I could.”The truth settled heavily between them.Back then, he could barely move.Not a step.Not even enough strength to drag himself out of bed.Irene knew that.She knew everything.But grief and fear did not care about logic.Not after everything that had happened.Not after believing she might lose him before their son even had the chance to know him.“I thought I would never see you again…” she cried softly, her voice breaking apart between breaths. “I thought I would never…”The words collapsed before they could fully leave her mouth.Arnold did not let her finish.He kissed her.Softly at first.Carefully.Like he was afraid she might disappear if he held her too tightly.His hand slid behind her head, steady and warm, and the kiss deepened slowly, not desperate, not demanding.Just real.As though he needed to remind himself she was alive.Tha

Irene took a slow breath.Then she drank it.All of it.The bitter liquid burned down her throat instantly.Sharp.Familiar.Cruel.Just like before.She had already endured this several times.But it never became easier.It never would.Still, she forced herself to stay quiet.Because if she cried,if Arnold saw how much it truly hurt,he would stop her immediately.And then Ruby would feed their son instead.No.Irene clenched her fists tightly.That would never happen.She would endure this a hundred times if she had to.Anything but that.Anything except feeling useless while her child cried for her.“Irene!”Arnold’s voice turned sharp instantly.Low.Dangerous.Because the next second,she collapsed.Her knees slammed hard against the floor.Her body curled into itself violently as trembling tore through her limbs.She bit down hard on her lips, desperately trying to keep the pain inside.But it was impossible.The agony ripped through her body like fire beneath her skin.Hot.C

Irene’s Point of View“Look! Look!”Lena’s excited voice rang through the garden.I turned instinctively,and completely froze.Dawin Ray was standing.Wobbly.Tiny legs shaking slightly beneath him.But standing.For the very first time.My heart nearly stopped.“Oh, Dawin Ray…”A laugh escaped me before I could stop it as I hurried toward him, emotion rushing so fast through my chest it almost hurt.“Come here, baby,” I whispered. “Come to Mama.”Everything around that moment softened.The sunlight.The breeze.The sound of laughter in the garden.For a second, the world felt unbearably gentle.It had already been eight months since the war ended.Eight months since blood stopped staining the fortress walls.Since fear stopped living in every breath.The damage had finally been repaired.And the rogue lycans who survived?Arnold spared them.Not out of mercy alone,but because endless killing would never rebuild what was broken.He gave them a choice instead.Serve.Work.Swear loya

ONE YEARThe laughter should have felt comforting.Instead, it made Irene uneasy.Too loud.Too carefree.Too much like the world had forgotten how close they had come to losing everything.Still, she smiled.She had become good at that over the past year.Good at enjoying a peaceful moment while some stubborn part of her remained watchful.Waiting.Today was Dawin Ray's first birthday.The little boy raced across the open field on unsteady legs, chasing absolutely nothing and somehow looking like he was chasing the entire world.Every few steps, he nearly fell.Every few steps, someone reached toward him.And every time, he stubbornly kept going.The sight tightened something in Irene's chest.Healthy.Strong.Alive.For a long time, those three things had felt impossible.Now they felt like a miracle she still wasn't used to holding.“Uncle! Uncle!”Dawin Ray spotted Ruztom and immediately changed direction.Tiny arms stretched upward.“Up. Up.”Ruztom's entire face lit up.He scoop