Felicia
The day my babies turned five was one of the happiest days of my life.
We held a big celebration in the pack’s main field. Colorful banners hung between the trees, balloons floated everywhere, and long tables were filled with cakes, fruits, and all their favorite foods. The entire pack came out to celebrate. Music played, pups ran around laughing, and the air was full of joy.
My six five-year-olds were no longer toddlers. They were bright, energetic little wolves with strong personalities and endless curiosity.
“Happy birthday!” the pack cheered as the children ran into the field together.
Kai, my protective oldest, walked at the front like a little leader. He kept looking back to make sure his siblings were close. Kian walked calmly beside him, observing everything with quiet
