Three weeks on pack land had settled into a rhythm that felt almost like peace.Elara’s days were full and strangely fulfilling. Mornings often began with Kai waking her in the most delicious way his head between her thighs, tongue lapping slow and lazy until she came gasping into the pillow. After, they’d share breakfast on the cabin porch, his hand resting possessively on the growing curve of her belly while birds called in the pines.She spent hours with Liora in the healing lodge, learning to dry herbs, brew salves, and mix teas that eased the constant low ache in her lower back. The older woman’s quiet wisdom soothed her stories of past births, of pack mothers, of the strength that came with carrying new life.Afternoons were for walking the territory with Kai or Thorne, feeling the pup
