Switched Bride, True Luna
My wolf stirs in answer, rising to the surface, compelled by the Alpha note in her voice.
For a heartbeat, the world tilts. This isn’t only a birth — it’s something older, something primal. This is a monumental moment where two new wolves are coming into the world.
She bears down with one last surge of strength, and then the air fills with a new sound — high, piercing, impossibly small yet impossibly powerful.
A baby’s cry. My breath stutters. My world stops.
Wanda moves quickly, too quickly, wrapping the tiny form in cloth and handing him over. But I can hardly see her. My eyes are locked on Emily, chest heaving, face pale and drenched in sweat, but alive. Alive.
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