Morning light spilled softly through the half-drawn curtains, draping Mira’s chambers in a warm, golden glow. The sun’s rays fell on the silk sheets, tracing patterns over the small, sleeping figure who held the future of the Crescent Moon Pack in his tiny chest… her son, the heir.
Mira had returned from her journey with Alpha Kade only the night before. The elders had brought her child to her as dusk melted into night, a reunion she had replayed endlessly in her mind. And now, in the quiet hush of morning, she lingered beside him on the bed, and watched him breathe.
Her chest heaved slowly as she traced the gentle curve of his tiny face with her eyes. He slept in perfect stillness, his lashes fanned against his soft cheeks, the faintest of warmth radiating from him.
Mira reached out, h
