HAILEY
Golden light streamed through the windows of the packhouse, showing all with its gentle, soft glow. And beneath the soft glow lay tension that vibrated like a live wire. Something was coming, something gigantic.
Just as daylight began to dawn, Lyna had gone into early labour, and ever since, the house had been holding its breath.
Ryan was pacing the lounge like a caged beast, muttering to himself, his forehead furrowed with worry. This is the first time in generations that this is happening so openly. I decided that cross-species mating should be allowed, especially if the other is a soulmate, but if anything goes wrong during Lyna's delivery, it could mark an end to the newborn freedom proposed for people with similar cases, and the council and elders presently have no idea I'
