W.I.L.D.
“Relax, thunder goddess. I come in peace. And… with news.”
The group paused mid-sprint, curiosity instantly snapping all attention toward him. Solana slowed, ears pricked, sensing the shift in tension. At that moment, Koa, Maddox, and Solana shifted back in their human forms.
“My mate,” Kensavion began, and even Thorne tilted his head like he hadn’t expected to hear the words, “is pregnant.”
For a heartbeat, the beach went quiet, as if the ocean itself had paused to listen.
Tora’s grin turned sharp, protective fire sparking in her eyes. “Try anything, Kensavion, and the moment you regret it, I’ll make sure you never walk in feathers again. Or talk. Or… basically exist comfortably.”
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