GWEN
When Conan looked out at the gathered pack members, I knew he was about to speak. His voice was firm and commanding when he said, “We have an announcement.”
The hall went completely silent, and I felt every eye on us. My stomach tightened as my thoughts raced, wondering how they would take the news. Conan’s expression stayed steady, his eyes scanning the crowd as though he was weighing each person’s reaction before even speaking. Then, in that same strong tone, he said, “Gwen is pregnant. There will finally be an heir to the Mystic Pack.”
The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment. No one moved, no one spoke, and the silence made my skin feel tight. I tried to keep my breathing calm, but the stillness felt heavy. My mind told me that perhaps they were unhappy about it, that m
