The months after Luna's birth were the happiest of Elara's life.
The cabin at the edge of the territory became a home—filled with laughter, with love, with the small sounds of a growing baby. Every morning, Elara woke to the warmth of the sun streaming through the window and the weight of little Luna nestled against her chest. The pack's distant noises—warriors training, children playing, the occasional howl—drifted through the trees like a comforting lullaby.
Caleb proved to be a natural father, patient and gentle, waking with Luna in the night so Elara could rest. He would walk the floor with her for hours, singing old songs and telling stories of the pack's history. He talked to her constantly, telling her stories of the pack, of the forest, of the moon that watched over them. His dee
