In the quiet of their private chamber, Vincent entered, and the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. Both Vincent and Eve carried the weight of their desires and unfulfilled hopes, a silence that seemed to echo the magnitude of the words they would eventually share.
Minutes passed like hours, with neither of them uttering a word. It was Vincent who finally decided to break the heavy silence, his voice carrying the weight of his confession. "The healers say I am the problem. I am the reason we cannot have a pup."
Eve's eyes locked onto Vincent's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other in silence. Her gaze was intense, searching for answers, for a way to navigate this new revelation. How had it come to this, in a world where werewolves were supposed to be fertile by nature
