Heath’s POV
Two weeks. Two long, dragging, fragile weeks.
I measure time differently now... not by days or nights, but by breaths, by heartbeats, by the rise and fall of two lives that mean everything to me.
And today… today is something else entirely. Today, the pack gathers for her. For my daughter. For Mariposa.
The pack house has never looked like this.
I stand just outside the main hall, Posy cradled carefully against my chest, her tiny body wrapped in soft cream cloth embroidered with silver thread. Her scent is warm, clean, alive... nothing like the sterile air of the ward she spent her first days in.
She stirs lightly, her small fingers curling into my shirt.
“I know,” I murmur softly. “A lot of people today.”
My wolf hums low in my chest... not restless, not angry. Protect
