Author’s POV:
Alaric stood in the entrance, his massive frame blocking out the moonlight. His golden eyes burned with barely leashed fury, his claws already unsheathed, digging into his palms. The scent of whiskey and rage rolled off him in waves.
“WAKE HER UP OR I WILL.”
Mira's hands stilled where she had been grinding moonleaf into paste. She kept her voice steady, though her pulse hammered in her throat. “Alpha, forcing her awake now could send her into shock. The pup—“
“I don't care." His voice was a blade, sharp enough to draw blood. “You think I give a damn about that bastard child after what she's done?
Mira swallowed hard. “If I use moonleaf now, it could kill them both.”
“Your excuses mean nothing to me.” His breath came in short, angry bursts. “This woman carries a child
