I storm back into the command hub, half-shifted, claws still bloody. Fury burns through me—until I see Sienna. Everything else fades.
She stands at the center of the room, one hand resting on the gentle curve of her belly. The swell is visible now, soft and rounded, but not yet heavy. Just enough to show the life growing inside her.
The second I see her, the noise in my head disappears. I’m moving before I even realize it.
In three steps, I reach her. I drop to my knees and press my face against her stomach. The pup kicks hard against my cheek—strong, alive. A rough sound escapes me.
“You’re both safe,” I rasp. My voice is raw from battle.
Sienna’s fingers slide into my hair. “We held the line,” she whispers.
I stand and pull her into my arms. Blood smears on her clothes, but she doe
