I press my hand to my stomach. Eight weeks now. The baby is growing, developing, becoming more real every day.
"You can come. But if you do anything to make me uncomfortable, you're out. Clear?"
"Crystal clear." His smile is soft. "Thank you."
After he leaves, I sit alone with my tea and my thoughts.
Today I challenged the Council of Ancients and won.
Tomorrow I'll meet with the Alpha King and try to turn an enemy into an ally.
And somewhere in between, I need to figure out how to build a life that's more than just surviving.
How to let these people—this pack, these brothers, this complicated found family—become real.
How to trust that home can be permanent, not just temporary.
It's terrifying in ways that facing Morganna or the Council never were.
But maybe Kade's right. Maybe i
