Namirah
“Happy birthday to Reign, happy birthday to you” we sing as my Mom holds back my now two year old son from grabbing the candles by their flames. Two years ago I became a Mom, time has flown by so fast. He looks more and more like his father as the days goes on. He’s quite tall for his age being at the same height as most of the four year olds in our pack, another thing he gets from his father.
“Damn it I wish you were here” I whisper up to the sky with a stray tear rolling down my cheek.
“He is, in all of our hearts” Beta Reign says from behind me.
“Oh sorry I didn’t think anybody could hear me” I say nervously.
“It’s fine Mirah, I’m sure he’s watching over you and Baby Reign all the time. Whilst you get to raise Baby Reign down here he gets to raise your first son up there,
