The sun rose earlier than usual, spilling its golden glow across the Crescent Moon Pack. Its rays softened the land in warmth, but warmth did little to touch the tension that gripped the pack. It was the day their Luna fell into labor.
The Packhouse courtyard was crowded, not with noise but with silence. Wolves of every rank… warriors, omegas, elders, even pups stood gathered beneath the morning sun, their gazes fixed on the Alpha’s chambers. Every ear strained, every breath hitched, every chest heavy with the weight of what unfolded inside.
The warriors stationed closest to the chamber door stood rigid, their shoulders tight as if waiting for war. Each time Mira’s cries pierced the air, their eyes flickered gold, their wolves thrashing to answer her pain.
The elders stood in a cluster,
