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Laughter, cheers, and clapping filled the clearing.
“Queen Cheyenne is with child!” Ben’s proclamation echoed through the trees. The younger wolves bounced in excitement, the witches whispered excitedly, and the vampires smirked but clapped with style, showing their approval.
Cheyenne laughed, partly in shock, partly from joy, as she felt hands and voices from the pack press against her, congratulating, teasing, and hugging her. Gunner’s hand never left her back, grounding her amidst the chaos.
Just as she was catching her breath, a sudden, jagged howl split through the celebration—a warning howl, sharp, urgent, and instinctive. The party froze mid-cheer. All laughter cut off.
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