ARIA’S POV
The celebration glowed like a living thing—warm lights strung across the courtyard, wolves dancing barefoot, music thundering through the ground until even the stones vibrated. The whole pack was alive, pulsing with relief and joy after so many long, brutal weeks.
But despite the energy, my eyes stayed fixed on one sight:
Damien and Louis… standing under the ancient willow… holding little baby Aria between them like she was the moon cradled between two mountains.
My chest squeezed.
Damien looked soft—almost painfully soft—as he watched Louis adjust the baby’s blanket. Louis, meanwhile, was fussing like an overprotective mother hen disguised in warrior muscle.
I bit my lip, hiding my smile.
They looked so… domestic.
And honestly? It was adorable.
Kaelen stepped up besid
