Pack Care
"Pack mothers bringing love in food shape," Luna observed happily while Nova created welcoming starlight as another group of women arrived with homemade meals. "Making healing time taste like home." Aria smiled as she looked into the containers the food smelt so good.
The NICU waiting room had become a makeshift gathering space, filled with the warmth of pack care and the aroma of home cooking. Through their bond, Viktor felt Aria's wolf respond positively to this extension of pack support. She felt so loved and taken care of. Viktor held her in his lap feeding her some food as they checked on the twins.
"My grandmother's healing soup," James's mother offered, her eyes soft as she remembered Luna's kindness to her son. "The recipe goes back generations." Aria smiled sweetly as
